By daily 
It’s been two long years since I last felt the excitement of a walk. My leash hangs by the door, untouched, and every time I see it, my tail wags with hope, but then… nothing. My owner used to take me on adventures, and we’d explore the world together. But now, I just watch through the window as others get to run and play outside, while I’m stuck here, waiting.
I don’t ask for much—just a little time, a little love, and a chance to stretch my legs. I miss the feeling of the grass beneath my paws, the breeze in my fur, and the joy of simply being with my human. Why won’t they take me out anymore?