I waited right where you left me — two long days — shivering, hungry, and too scared to move. The cars rushed past, the night grew colder, but I stayed. Because I believed you would come back. You always did.

🌙 Last night, a kind woman stopped. She bent down, offered me food, a blanket, even a leash. But I was terrified. I didn’t want her. I wanted you. So I snapped, I cried, I trembled — begging the only way I knew how: please, bring my mommy back.

🐾 She took me anyway. She held on while I shook with fear, while I vomited from nerves, while I peed because my little heart didn’t understand what was happening. I couldn’t stop searching the road, waiting for you to return.

☀️ Today, something changed. I ate. I rested on a soft bed. For the first time in days, I felt safe. She called me Milo, and though my heart still whispers your name, I wagged my tail — just a little — because some part of me wanted to believe in love again.

🙏 Please, to everyone reading: pets are not disposable. We are family. If you cannot keep us, don’t leave us behind. Find us a safe place, a kind home, a second chance. Because even after being abandoned, our hearts never stop loving.