The streets were still wet from the rain the night before on a cold morning. A lanky, exhausted mother dog hobbled over to a little food stand. The toll of her struggles was evident on her body, which was coated in matted fur and wet. As though the effort to stay upright was nearly too much for her, she leaned softly against the wooden counter.She stared inside the store with weary, beseeching eyes, silently praying for a tiny piece of leftover food. She was pleading not for herself, though, but for the small puppies that were waiting for her in the alley, cold and hungry. She only requested a bite of food to bring back to them. However, the shopkeeper simply waved her away without saying anything or showing any sorrow, instead of showing her the care she so sorely needed.
She hobbled back to her "temporary shelter" next to a stack of used trash bags, where her children were cuddled up under a tattered piece of fabric, bearing the weight of her failure. With a mixture of love and sorrow in her eyes, she lay down gently next to them, keeping watch over them. She had nothing to contribute today. I have nothing to offer."Mom tried her best, my little ones," she appeared to whisper as she drew her puppies closer, her heart aching. Every day, her mother's love kept her going in spite of the cold, starvation, and rejection. Because her children relied on her, no matter how hard the struggle was.She might have seemed like just another stray dog to anyone walking by. However, her puppies were everything to her. And despite all the obstacles, she would persevere for them. The real power that propels her forward is her silent, unshakable love. A mother's love survives even in the face of seemingly insurmountable circumstances.
