People hate me because I am blind but even I do not want that

Jeso navigated the world through a symphony of sounds, a tapestry of smells, and the gentle touch of the ground beneath his paws. He was blind, born without the gift of sight, but he didn’t know any different. His world was rich in other ways, a world that those with sight often overlooked.

But Jeso also experienced a different kind of darkness, a darkness that came not from his lack of vision, but from the reactions of those around him. He could sense the shift in the air when people approached, the hesitant footsteps, the hushed whispers. He could feel the pitying glances, the quick withdrawal of a hand that had reached out, only to pull back at the last moment.

He didn’t understand. He was full of love, eager to give and receive affection. He longed for a gentle hand to stroke his fur, a kind voice to soothe his worries, the comforting presence of a loving family.

He’d often hear the words, spoken in hushed tones, “the blind dog.” It was as if his blindness was his sole defining characteristic, as if it erased everything else that made him who he was. He could feel the weight of their judgment, the unspoken assumption that his blindness made him somehow less worthy, less deserving of love.

Sometimes, when the loneliness became too much to bear, Jeso would find a quiet corner and cry. Not loud, mournful howls, but quiet, choked sobs that came from deep within his heart. He didn’t want to be blind. He didn’t choose this. He just wanted to be loved, to be accepted, to be seen for the loving, loyal companion he truly was.

He’d nuzzle his head against a kind hand whenever one offered a touch, his tail thumping softly against the ground. He just wanted to be seen, not for his blindness, but for the loving, loyal companion he truly was.

Jeso’s story is a poignant reminder that true sight is not limited to the eyes. It’s a call for compassion, a plea to look beyond physical limitations and to see the beauty and worth that reside within every living creature. It’s a reminder that everyone, regardless of their differences, deserves to be loved and accepted.

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