In the far corner of the shelter, where the shadows lingered longest, little Loli lay on the cold concrete floor. Her fur, once soft and bright, had dulled, and her eyes, heavy with sadness, barely lifted to meet the faces passing by her cage. Each day was the same—people would glance at her and move on, drawn to the more energetic dogs who barked and wagged their tails eagerly.
But Koli had no energy left for that. All she wanted was a hug, a simple touch of kindness, but she was too tired to ask. Her head rested on her paws, eyes half-closed, her tiny body trembling from the cold and loneliness. In her dreams, she could still remember the warmth of a loving embrace, but those memories were fading, replaced by the chill of the shelter walls.