I used to have a name, once, but that was a long time ago. Now, I’m just another stray dog, a part of the city's scenery. My days are a series of struggles, and each night, I dream of a time when things were different.

Morning comes with the first light, and with it, the search for food begins. I navigate the busy streets, dodging cars and people, sniffing out any scraps left behind. Today, I find a half-eaten sandwich in a trash can, but another dog—a bigger, stronger one—sees it too. We fight, teeth bared and growls rumbling, but I'm no match. He takes the prize, and I slink away, nursing a fresh wound on my flank.

Hunger...