Today is my birthday but also the day I lost my children forever, I miss them so much

Sara Kome Mrs

Hun lay curled up in a dusty corner, her ribs showing through her matted fur. The once vibrant gleam in her eyes was now a dull, vacant stare. Today was her birthday, a day marked by the absence of her greatest joy. Her puppies, her whole world, were gone.

She remembered the day they were born, tiny, wriggling bundles of fur, blind and helpless. She’d licked them clean, warmed them with her body, and nursed them with endless patience. They’d grown under her watchful eyes, their playful barks filling the empty spaces of their world. But then, one cold night, a cruel fate had snatched them away.

Now, the once-warm whelping box was empty, a cold reminder of her loss. The scent of her puppies, once a comforting presence, was fading, replaced by the acrid smell of despair. The world was a silent, lonely place without their tiny paws pitter-pattering around her, their joyful yelps filling her ears.

Hunger gnawed at her, but food held no allure. She missed the warmth of their bodies pressed against hers, the comforting weight of their tiny selves. She longed to hear their cries, to feel their wet noses nuzzling her. The world was filled with shadows, and in each one, she saw the ghosts of her puppies.

As the sun began its descent, casting long, mournful shadows, Hun let out a mournful howl. It was a sound filled with grief, loss, and a desperate yearning. It echoed through the empty space, a haunting melody of a mother’s sorrow. With a heavy heart, she closed her eyes, hoping in the darkness, she might dream of a time when her puppies were still with her, when life was filled with the sweet symphony of their existence.

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