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No one wanted her. Whenever someone walked past her kennel, their eyes would skim over her for a second – and then move on. To the “prettier,” the “younger,” the “healthier” ones. She had only one eye. The other had been gone for a long time. Her little ears were chewed and ragged, marked by a life on the streets – by fights, hunger, cold. For many she was “too much” – too conspicuous, too damaged. And yet, every single day she stood at the door. She placed her paws on the bars, stretched her tiny head out as far as she could. That one eye shone with hope. Every time footsteps came closer, she seemed to ask: “Are you maybe my person?” Most of the time, no one stopped. People smiled briefly, looked away, walked on. Until that one day. I stopped. Not because she looked “different,” but because she hit me straight in the heart. That one eye, so deep, so carefully asking. No demands, just a quiet plea. I knelt down, she sniffed my fingers and then gently pressed her head against them. In that moment I knew: I am not going home without her today. Now she sleeps on my pillow, purrs loudly and follows me with her slightly crooked little walk. Her ears are torn, her gaze is unique – but to me, she’s perfect. No one wanted her. And now she is the greatest treasure in my life. Sometimes it only takes one person who doesn’t look away – but finally sees. Credit: Animals Daily Life