kem. My name is Shadow. I’m the dog you pass by at the shelter, the one with the scars you don’t want to look at. My front legs are gone, and my face is different — and you turn your eyes away from me. You tell yourself someone else will take me, but no one ever does.You see my cage, but you don’t see my heart. You see my broken body, but you don’t see my dreams of running, playing, and curling up next to someone who cares. Every day I wait, hoping you will be the one to stop and see me.I’m Shadow, and even though I am deformed and unwanted, I still believe someone like you can love me.

My name is Shadow.
I’m the dog you walk past at the shelter —
the one with scars you don’t want to look at.
My front legs are gone, my face is no longer the same… and you turn away.
You tell yourself, “someone else will take him,”
but no one ever does.

You see my cage,
but you don’t see my heart.
You see my broken body,
but you don’t see my dreams —
of running, of playing,
of curling up beside someone who truly cares.

Day after day, I keep waiting…
hoping that one day, you will be the one who stops and sees me.

I am Shadow.
Though I am hurt, deformed, and forgotten by the world,
I still believe —
someone like you could be gentle enough to love me.