Blade

My name is Blade. I’m four years old—a Belgian Malinois, full of energy. I was born to serve, to protect, to love. But life had other plans.

I remember the day they left me. My belly ached from the milk infection. My body betrayed me, and so did my humans. They said I was too aggressive, too much to handle. They couldn’t see that my growls were just fear disguised as anger, my barks a desperate plea for help.

I watched their car disappear down the road. Days turned to nights, nights to weeks. I didn’t understand why I was no longer enough. Was it my fault?

But here I am, still standing, still waiting. Beneath the pain and rejection, my heart still beats with the hope that someone, somewhere, will see the love I have to give. I’m Blade—not perfect, but worthy of a second chance.