10/30/2025
My name is Rocky. They say my face looks strange, that my eyes don’t quite look the same way. I used to watch people pull away from me, afraid of how I looked — as if I were some little monster. I never asked to be this way. All I ever wanted was for someone to love me as I am, without running from my face.
At the shelter, I watched other dogs get adopted one by one. I kept smiling through the pain, wagging my tail for everyone who passed by. I whispered to myself, “Maybe today’s my turn… maybe someone will see me with their heart, not their eyes.”
Then one quiet day, a girl came and sat beside me without fear. She didn’t look at my face — she placed her hand on my chest and said, “You’re beautiful, Rocky.” In that moment, I felt like I was born again. Maybe I’m not what people call beautiful… but finally, someone sees me for who I am. ❤️🐾 ######
