Light is something luxurious to me; all around me is nothing but darkness. I’m Mick, a dog who has never known the warmth of daylight or the beauty of colors. The world I live in is a quiet, still place, where I have to rely on my other senses to guide me through each day.

I don’t remember how it all started, the life before the darkness. I know I was once a puppy, full of energy, running around with my siblings, chasing after toys and feeling the sunshine on my fur. But somewhere along the way, things changed. The light began to fade, and slowly, I couldn’t see anymore. I didn’t understand it at first. At first, I thought it was just a bad dream, one that I would wake up from. But days turned into weeks, and the darkness remained.

At first, my world was filled with confusion. I stumbled around, trying to find my way, bumping into things, sometimes falling. The sounds around me were strange and loud—voices I couldn’t quite understand, footsteps I couldn’t place, and the unfamiliar smells of new places. It was hard to make sense of it all. But over time, I learned to listen more carefully, to rely on my nose and ears. Every scent told a story. The feel of the ground beneath my paws, the echo of footsteps, and even the faintest sounds of the wind became my guide.

I found a family, or rather, they found me. They didn’t seem to mind that I couldn’t see them, and they were patient with me when I struggled to find my place in their world. They spoke to me kindly, their voices soft and warm, like a blanket on a cold night. They taught me how to trust, how to listen, how to find comfort in their presence. I could feel their love, even though I couldn’t see it.

There are moments, though, when I feel a deep longing. I hear children laughing, and I wish I could see their faces, see their smiles as they run and play. I hear birds chirping outside, and I long to see the blue sky or the golden sunlight streaming through the trees. But no matter how hard I try, I am left with only the sounds, the smells, and the feel of the world around me.

I sometimes wonder what it would be like to run freely through a field, chasing a ball, seeing the world with my own eyes. But then I remember that I don’t need sight to feel the joy of life. I can still hear the laughter of my family when they play with me, feel the warmth of their hands when they pet me, and smell the delicious food they give me. I may not see the world, but I feel it in my own way, and I know I am loved.

I’ve learned to find beauty in the things that are not visible. I’ve learned that sometimes, it’s not about what you see, but what you feel and experience. Every touch, every sound, every scent tells me something. And I may not know what a sunset looks like or what color the flowers are, but I know what it feels like to be in a safe place, surrounded by love.

I’ve also learned that even though I live in darkness, I’m never truly alone. There’s always someone there to help me, to guide me, to love me. My family may not be able to fix my eyes, but they’ve given me something much more precious: their hearts. And that’s enough for me.

So, even in my darkness, I find light in the love I receive. I may not see the world, but I feel it with all my heart. And that, to me, is enough to make life beautiful.