Today is my birthday, I just hope I can walk normally like other dogs

by Hanze Filo
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Jone was once a bundle of energy, a puppy full of life and curiosity. But a careless driver had changed everything. A collision, a flash of pain, and his world was irrevocably altered. He could no longer feel the ground beneath his paws, the freedom of running, the joy of a simple chase.

Today was his fourth birthday, a stark contrast to the joyous celebrations he had imagined. Instead of chasing squirrels and playing fetch, he was confined to a small space, his once strong body now frail and dependent. The world outside was a vibrant tapestry of life, a symphony of sounds and smells that he could only experience vicariously.

He remembered the feel of grass beneath his paws, the exhilaration of a run, the freedom of exploration. Those memories were like phantom limbs, haunting him with their absence. He yearned to feel the wind in his fur, to chase after butterflies, to simply walk without pain.

As the day wore on, a sense of despair washed over him. He watched as other dogs played, their bodies full of life, their spirits unburdened. He was a prisoner in his own body, a silent observer of a world he could no longer fully participate in.

As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows over his surroundings, Jone closed his eyes. In the darkness, he dreamt of running through fields, of chasing rabbits, of feeling the earth beneath his paws. But when he woke, the harsh reality of his condition was a painful reminder of his limitations.

His birthday was a bittersweet affair, a celebration of survival tempered by the bitter taste of loss. He was a dog trapped in a body that no longer served him, a silent testament to the fragility of life. Yet, in the depths of his heart, there was a flicker of hope, a belief that one day, perhaps in a different life, he would run free.

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