kem. My name is Rocky… I was once a happy puppy, running and playing without worries. But something heavy started growing inside me until it became a massive tumor in my belly, making every step painful.

I feel my body failing me, and sleep has become my escape from the pain. The doctors say treatment is hard, and I might not survive, but I still hold on to a tiny spark of hope.

All I want is a gentle touch, a look of love, and a sincere prayer. For I am nothing more than a weak heart searching for another chance at life.

My name is Rocky.
I was once a happy puppy, running across fields, chasing butterflies, and wagging my tail at every passing friend. My world was simple — full of play, full of joy.

But then something heavy began to grow inside me. At first, it was small, invisible. Now it’s a massive tumor in my belly. Each step feels like a mountain, every breath a battle. The pain follows me everywhere, and sleep has become my only escape.

The doctors say my treatment will be long, difficult, and there’s a chance I might not survive. But somewhere inside me, a tiny spark of hope still flickers. I’m still fighting, even when my body feels like it’s giving up.

All I want now is simple.
A gentle touch.
A look of love.
A sincere prayer whispered into the wind.

Because beneath this sick body, I am nothing more than a weak but hopeful heart, searching for one more chance at life.