There was a small, motionless dog named Scrappy who had found himself wandering aimlessly through the streets of a bustling city. His tiny paws were sore, and his fur was matted and dirty from days of wandering without rest. Scrappy was lost and alone, unsure of what to do or where to go.
As he lay there on the cold, hard pavement, Scrappy looked up at the people walking by, hoping that someone would notice him and offer a glimmer of hope. But no one seemed to even see him. They just walked past him, their eyes focused on their own lives and problems.
Despite the despair he felt, Scrappy remained certain that someone would hold onto a glimmer of hope. He remembered how his loving owner had always told him to never give up hope, no matter how dire the situation seemed. So, Scrappy held onto that thought and waited patiently.
Days went by, and Scrappy grew weaker and more despondent. But he refused to give up hope, and he held onto the belief that someone would eventually notice him and offer him a second chance at life.
Finally, on the seventh day of wandering, a kind-hearted woman saw Scrappy lying on the pavement, and her heart went out to him. She picked him up, gave him some food and water, and took him home with her. There, she gave him a warm bath, brushed his fur until it shone, and made him a cozy bed to sleep in.
Scrappy was grateful to the woman for giving him a new lease on life. He was also grateful to himself for holding onto hope and never giving up. From that day on, Scrappy lived a happy and fulfilling life with his new owner, always remembering to hold onto hope, no matter what life threw his way.