By daily 
Nar stood in the middle of the bustling street, his tiny paws barely lifting off the cold, hard ground. People rushed by, their faces blurred by the endless movement. Cars honked, and voices echoed, but Nar felt a quiet loneliness in the midst of it all.
His fur, once soft and bright, was damp from the drizzling rain. He shivered, curling into a small ball, trying to disappear. His heart ached for warmth— not just from the chill in the air, but from the emptiness inside him. He wished someone would see him, really see him, and offer a touch of kindness, a moment of love.
Suddenly, a pair of worn boots stopped beside him. A kind stranger knelt down, their coat brushing against the wet ground as they wrapped it around Nar. The warmth of the fabric made him feel safe, even if just for a moment. He looked up, his big, hopeful eyes meeting theirs.