Tears Rolling Down His Cheeks: The Exhausted Puppy’s Journey
It was a quiet afternoon when the gentle breeze carried with it an almost heartbreaking sight. High atop a grassy hill, a small, exhausted puppy lay curled up, tears silently rolling down his cheeks. His soft whimpers were barely audible in the open air, but the desperation in his tiny frame was unmistakable.
The puppy, a golden-brown ball of fluff, had always been curious. His owner, a kind-hearted elderly woman named Mrs. Thompson, had recently adopted him, and the two had quickly become inseparable.
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