Fhilcar Faunillani 
The sun dipped low that afternoon. A couple paused at a quiet corner, where a dog sat without a sound. She looked up at them with eyes that held no bark, no plea. Just a quiet hope, like an old friend waiting to be noticed. They couldn’t walk away. Something in her stillness tugged at …
The market was loud, crowded, and dusty. A tiny puppy, alone, cried out in panic. Her small body trembled, lost among the feet of strangers. She was Willow. Her whimpers grew louder, piercing the chaos. No one stopped. Her eyes, wide and frightened, searched for something kind. She was so small, so fragile, her fur …
The old dog’s eyes held a story. They were deep, brown, and heavy with a sorrow that didn’t speak. She sat by the tree, tethered, watching the car’s dust fade down the road. Her family was gone. Ten years of loyalty, and they left her behind. The rope was tight, but her heart was tighter, …
The dog lay in the dust, hind legs splayed, eyes soft but distant. He didn’t whimper, didn’t stir, just watched the world pass. His name was Bahadur, though no one knew it then. A stray, heavy at twenty kilograms, he was a shadow in the dusk, unnoticed by the neighborhood. His fur was matted, his …
The night was heavy, too heavy to sleep. A dog lay alone in the woods, his eyes dim but pleading. His name was unknown then, just a shadow in a grainy photo shared online. Nobody came for him. A girl snapped his picture, then walked away. The image lingered in my mind—his body still, his …
The dog lay curled against the cold rocks. His ribs pressed sharp against his skin. Waves crashed below, loud and endless. Mar, they called him later, but he had no name then. He was just a shadow, trembling where the sea met the shore. The villagers, the subtitles said, had chased him away. Maybe they …
Her eyes, clouded and dim, stared at nothing. Powder waited, trembling, in the mangroves’ shadow. The air was thick with damp earth and salt. She lay still, her body frail, her spirit frayed. For two days, she hadn’t moved, as if hope itself had abandoned her. The staples in her cropped ears glinted cruelly in …
The old dog lay still, his blind eyes staring into nothing. Chabelita pressed close, her warmth his only guide. Farruko’s world was dark, a quarry of cold stone and hunger. Chabelita, younger, stronger, stayed near. She led him through dust and danger, her steps sure where his faltered. The subtitles said she was his eyes. …
The cold bit at the pavement where Jonik lay, trembling. His eyes, wide and wary, caught the flicker of headlights. Volunteers found him on that bitter night, a small shape curled against the street’s edge. He dragged himself away, fear tightening his body. They spoke softly, their voices low, but Jonik’s heart raced. He didn’t …
The rain had stopped, but the ground was still wet. A mother dog, thin as a shadow, curled around her only pup under a rusted drainpipe. Her eyes, wide and trembling, held a quiet plea. Her pup, barely moving, pressed against her side. Hunger had carved them both hollow. We stopped the car, hearts sinking, …
The dog crouched in the trailer’s dim corner, eyes wide, trembling. I knelt, waiting, heart heavy. Raoul had never known a human’s kindness. Thirty-three dogs, packed tight in that dark, cramped space, shared his fear. Most shied from my gaze, but Raoul’s eyes held something different—something curious, flickering beneath the terror. I couldn’t look away. …
The ash fell like snow, gray and silent. A puppy whimpered, alone in the charred remains. The forest was gone. Once green, now black, it lay broken under a heavy sky. Trees, stripped bare, leaned into the earth. The air smelled of soot and loss. A small body curled tight against a fallen log, fur …
The dog stood alone in the village dust. His eyes, cloudy with fear, searched for something familiar. He lingered near the house where he once slept. The door was shut, the windows dark. His owner had driven him away, left him to wander. His fur was matted, his skin raw. Hunger gnawed at him, and …
The dog’s eyes were clouded, like frosted glass. He stood still, nose twitching, sensing a world he couldn’t see. His chain clinked softly against the post. For years, it had been his world—cold metal, hard dirt, and silence. The owner smiled when we came, eager to hand him over. He didn’t want the burden anymore. …
The little girl spotted him first, curled tight in the tall weeds like a forgotten secret. Her eyes widened, and she tugged her mother’s hand, whispering urgently about the small, trembling form that needed them both. She wouldn’t let go. The puppy lay still, his fur matted and dull under the afternoon sun. He didn’t …