“I know I’m not going to get a kiss… because I’m not cute.”

Every day, they walk past me. Some glance for a second. Some smile out of politeness. But most — they look away. And I hear the quiet whispers, the unspoken words: “Not that one.”

I don’t have perfect eyes that shine in the sunlight or a face that belongs on posters. My fur isn’t flawless, and my scars tell more stories than you probably want to hear. But I am real. And more than anything, I have a heart — a big, gentle heart that has been waiting.

Waiting to be seen.
Waiting to be chosen.
Waiting for someone to bend down, take a chance, and kiss the face they once looked past.

I’m not asking to be famous. I don’t need to go viral or become a rescue story shared by thousands. I just want someone to love me. Someone who sees beyond the surface. Someone who understands that love isn’t about perfection — it’s about connection.

Please, don’t judge me by my silence, or my scars, or the way I flinch when hands move too quickly. I’ve been through more than I know how to explain. But I still believe. I still hope. Because even the ones you don’t call “cute” deserve a chance at forever.

A kiss. A home. A heart that finally says: “You are enough.” 🐾💔