“They said my picture wouldn’t get any likes… because I’m ugly.” 💔

That’s what they whispered — that I didn’t look the way a dog should. My fur is patchy, rough in places where love never reached. My teeth? Crooked. My eyes? They don’t sparkle the way puppies’ do in store windows — instead, they hold stories… of empty bowls, cold nights, flinches from outstretched hands.

But I’m not here to be perfect.
I’m here to be loved.

I wasn’t born for applause or camera flashes. I was born to sit quietly beside someone who needs a little comfort. To wag my tail when they come home. To nuzzle them when they cry. To be loyal, even when the world isn’t kind to either of us.

You see, what I lack in symmetry, I carry in soul. Every scar on my face is a chapter. Every twitch of my ear is a question:
Could someone… finally… see me?

Because behind this imperfect body beats a perfect heart — steady, strong, and desperate to give love that has waited far too long.

So maybe I won’t go viral. Maybe I won’t get a hundred likes.
But if just one person looks past the outside… and truly sees me?

Then for the first time in my life, I’ll know what it means to belong. 🐾🖤