My name is Rocky
My name is Rocky… I was once a strong dog, running after joy and filling the house with life. But now, sickness has defeated me, the years have broken me, and I have become just a tired body crying in silence.
Every step feels heavy, and every breath I take might be my last. People pass me by without a glance, as if I was never a loyal friend to them.
I don’t ask for much… just a gentle touch or a kind word to comfort me. I am an old, sick dog, hoping to find a merciful heart before I close my eyes forever.
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