💔 “The Tear That Fell—Charmander’s Last Cry for Help”

Charmander didn’t bark.

He didn’t whimper.

He just sat there—silent, still, with his eyes clenched shut—

—as a single tear slipped down his fragile face.

It wasn’t pain.

It wasn’t illness.

It was heartbreak.

Betrayed by the humans he trusted. Rejected by a system that’s too full to care.

In less than 24 hours, he’ll be gone.

Not because he was aggressive.

Not because he’s sick.

But because he’s broken, and there’s no one left fighting for him.

In a sterile, green metal kennel, a small, pale-furred dog named Charmander sits hunched on a thin shelter blanket. His body is gaunt, his bones visible beneath his skin, and his eyes are shut tight, as if trying to disappear. A single teardrop clings to his fur, caught mid-fall on his cheek. His ears droop, his body slouches, and not even the comfort of sleep reaches him. Behind him, the lifeless walls of the kennel echo with the silence of despair.

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