Nuce was a small, fluffy puppy with eyes that held the universe. He was abandoned at a tender age, a tiny speck of life lost in the vast, indifferent city. Today was his first birthday, a milestone marked by loneliness rather than celebration.
He remembered the warmth of his mother’s fur, the comforting rhythm of her heartbeat, and the sweet taste of milk. Those memories were like fragments of a beautiful dream, a world away from his current reality. The harsh concrete, the indifferent stares, and the constant struggle for survival had replaced the gentle caress of a mother’s tongue.
He spent the day wandering through the streets, his small body a fragile silhouette against the towering buildings. The world was a cacophony of sounds, a whirlwind of activity that left him feeling lost and alone. He missed the comforting presence of his siblings, their playful nips and the warmth of their bodies huddled together.
As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows over the city, Nuce found a quiet corner beneath a parked car. The cold seeped into his bones, a stark reminder of his vulnerability. He curled into a ball, his whimpers lost in the night’s symphony. In the darkness, he dreamt of a home, a place filled with love and warmth. He dreamed of his mother’s gentle eyes and the comforting sound of her heartbeat. And as sleep claimed him, he held onto these memories, a lifeline in the cold, lonely world.
