Pin had always been a part of his family. He’d grown up alongside the children, played fetch in the backyard, and curled up at their feet on cold nights. He was more than just a pet; he was a beloved member of the family.
But one day, everything changed. The family moved to a new house, and without warning, Pin was left behind. The children cried, begging their parents to take him, but their pleas fell on deaf ears. Pin watched helplessly as the moving truck pulled away, his tail tucked between his legs.
He was left alone, confused and scared. He wandered the neighborhood, searching for his family, his heart heavy with longing. The days turned into weeks, then months, but Pin never gave up hope. He would often sit by the curb, gazing down the street, waiting for a familiar face to appear.
People in the neighborhood took pity on Pin and offered him food and shelter. Some even tried to adopt him, but Pin refused to leave. He was convinced that his family would return, and he would wait for them, no matter how long it took.
As the years passed, Pin grew old and frail. His fur was gray and his legs were weak, but he still sat by the curb every day, his eyes fixed on the road. The people who had watched him over the years were heartbroken to see him so sad. They tried to convince him to come inside, to live a comfortable life, but he would only shake his head and continue to wait.
One day, a young girl named Lily moved into the neighborhood. She was kind and gentle, and she took a liking to Pin. She would bring him food and water, and she would sit with him for hours, listening to his sad story.
Lily was heartbroken to hear about Pin’s abandonment. She promised him that she would never leave him, and she would wait with him until his family returned. And so, day after day, Lily and Pin sat together, their hearts filled with hope.
