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I am Whitey...
A community dog, without a home,
but with many hearts that cling to me.
There are hands that feed me,
there are eyes that care,
and every day I think, that's enough to live.
They say there are people who hurt.
But I don't pay attention to them...because I don't know how to hurt.
All I know is to love.
One night, there was light, noise, and joy.
I heard their laughter, so I came closer, crouched down, hoping to be noticed.
A man came, holding something long.
I was so happy, I thought it was a game.
But when it hit my body, the pain, the hurt...
This is how people "play".
It hurts...but they laugh and laugh.
That's why I endure it because they are happy.
Until I couldn't take it anymore, I cried.
Not just for myself...
but for my children, who are still in my arms.
Maybe they will stop...but the laughter just grows stronger.
While they are playing, I am slowly being devoured by darkness.
And when I wake up, my body is in a creek. Quiet and cold.
The pain is gone, but I am no longer there.
My children have not even seen the world.
I hope I don't come near again.
I hope I don't look for joy anymore.
Maybe...they will see the light of life.
But maybe...it's better.
Because they didn't see the cruelty of the human world.
For Whitey,
who only knows how to love.

Please continue sharing so that the world will know.
Be the voice of the voiceless.

Source: Facebook post by Jaypee Lobaton, published 22 March 202\6.

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