“I know you’re going to ignore me… because I’m ugly.”

He doesn’t have soft fur or sparkling eyes. He’s muddy, soaked from the rain, with twigs clinging to his coat and sadness hanging in his gaze.
In his mouth, he gently holds a single leaf—like a tiny peace offering, as if to say, “I come in peace. Please see me.”

He’s not asking for much.
Not a warm bed, not even a home.
Just a moment. A scrap. A smile.
Maybe a second glance from someone who doesn’t look away so quickly.

Because love shouldn’t be reserved for the polished, the pretty, or the perfect.
It shouldn’t be handed out based on appearances.

This scruffy little soul, messy and overlooked, holds just as much longing, just as much capacity for love, as any other.
And perhaps even more need.

Don’t walk past the ones who look broken.
Don’t ignore those who seem unworthy.

Sometimes, the smallest act of kindness is all it takes to change a life.
Even the muddiest hearts carry the purest hope. 💔🍂🐶