My name is Baron
My name is Baron, I have grown old and my body is heavy, covered with scars. My fur keeps falling, and my eyes are weary from waiting too long.
I have spent many years on the streets, searching for a meal or a gentle hand, but I found cruelty more often than kindness. Every scar on my body holds a memory of pain I never chose.
And yet… my heart still beats with hope. I only dream of finding a warm embrace where I can rest my tired head, and feel loved one last time.
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