š āPeople hate me because Iām sick and ugly.ā šš¾

He didnāt choose to be hurt. He didnāt choose to have scars.
Once, he was someoneās puppy ā playful, healthy, full of light.
But when sickness came and his face changed, the love disappeared.
They stopped calling his name. They stopped looking at him the same way.
Now he lies quietly, wrapped in a blanket, wondering what he did wrong.
But the truth is⦠he did nothing wrong. ā¤ļø
Because love isnāt about perfection ā itās about compassion.
And somewhere out there, thereās someone who will see his heart, not his scars.
If youāre reading this ā please, donāt scroll past.
Share his story. Remind the world that every life deserves love, even the ones that donāt look perfect anymore. šÆļøš¶š
⨠Adopt. Foster. Love.
Because the most beautiful souls are often the ones that have been broken ā and still choose to love anyway.

