Grey is the colour of my life; the walls, the floor, the sky, my mood.
Each day I feel a spark of something that will turn the colour to yellow; hope.
I have been waiting for so long. Each dayis the same, I eat, am allowed a few hours of fresh air and I sleep.
Grey is my prison and despair.
There were other colours. A vague memory of green, glimpses of reds, pinks, oranges, purples and blues.
Today the colour is yellow. Finally, a lead is attached to my collar and I am led away to a new home.
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