As I lie in my quiet corner, I can’t help but think about this day that seems so special to other dogs. I know what birthdays are; I’ve seen how they’re supposed to be. Some dogs in the neighborhood get colorful balloons, new toys, or cakes topped with treats. They bark in excitement, tails wagging, surrounded by friends and family. Yet, here I am, just… waiting.
It’s not that I don’t understand why. I look different from other dogs. My face is a bit lopsided, my nose tilts awkwardly, and my fur is a patchwork of scruffy colors. When I see my reflection in a puddle, even I can see it. I look odd. People have said things as they pass by me on the sidewalk—some laugh, others cringe. And a few have whispered, thinking I couldn’t hear, that I am “too ugly” to be loved. It stings, and sometimes I wonder if they’re right. Do looks matter so much that no one can see past them?
I’ve tried being a “good dog.” I don’t bark too loud, I don’t chase people, and I try my best to listen to my owner. But maybe it’s my appearance that makes people feel uncomfortable. Or maybe they think I don’t deserve the same kindness that other dogs receive.
Today, I tried not to get my hopes up. I lay in my bed, curled up tight, listening to the quiet of the house. My heart ached for something I couldn’t name. I hoped someone would come in, ruffle my fur, and maybe, just maybe, whisper a “Happy Birthday.” But the silence lingered, and as the hours passed, it felt heavier and colder.
But then I started thinking—what if there’s something wrong with me? What if I don’t deserve a special day? Yet, a small voice inside tells me that love isn’t about being perfect. Love is for anyone with a heart, anyone who has loyalty and kindness to give. I think of the times I’ve stayed by my owner’s side, keeping them company when they were sad, waiting patiently by the door, and watching them with a gaze filled with nothing but loyalty.
So, as the day fades and the stars start to twinkle, I close my eyes and make a wish of my own. Maybe it’s okay that I don’t look like the others. Maybe, somewhere out there, someone will see me for who I truly am—a dog with a heart full of love, just hoping to share it with someone who’ll see beyond the surface. And until that day comes, I’ll keep waiting with a heart that believes that everyone, even a dog like me, deserves a bit of kindness and a happy birthday wish.
