This is Pi. My new friend. Three legged, yet full of confidence and joy. Everytime I look at a dog, my hope goes up. How're they able to be how they are? Some would say it's cos we feed them. But I disagree. That love is genuine. In so far as I have felt.
I look at him and I see joy. He doesn't hang on to a past that led him to lose his leg. He just walks and runs with his three legs. Pausing for a cuddle or a kiss. Why can't I be a dog? Someday, I'd like to be one.