My birthday arrived today, and I could hardly contain my excitement. The morning had started perfectly. My owner remembered—she had been preparing for days, buying treats, toys, and even a small, colorful birthday hat just for me. I watched her gather everything, my tail wagging non-stop as I imagined how fun the day would be. It was like a dream: all my favorite snacks lined up in a basket, toys of all shapes and sizes, and that warm, loving look in her eyes that told me she was just as happy as I was.
When she called me over, I trotted toward her, thrilled for what was coming. She laughed as she patted my head and adjusted the little hat she’d placed on me. I felt special, like this day was truly mine, filled with love and attention from the person who meant the world to me. But then, suddenly, her phone rang. Her face changed, and after a short conversation, she seemed troubled. Before I could understand, she hurried out the door, leaving behind the treats, toys, and decorations we’d been so excited about.
At first, I sat by the door, expecting her to return quickly. Every sound outside made my ears perk up, and every shadow in the window made my heart race with hope. But as the hours passed, the silence grew heavy, and I began to feel the weight of loneliness. The toys she had picked with such care lay scattered around me, untouched. The treats, which had smelled so wonderful and tempting, now seemed less appealing without her there to celebrate with me.
As the sky outside darkened, I wandered around the house, sniffing the places where her scent lingered the strongest. I lay down near the door, resting my head on my paws, hoping she’d walk in at any moment and we could still enjoy this special day together. But she didn’t come back.
I thought birthdays were supposed to be filled with laughter, love, and company. I had everything a dog could want—treats, toys, a cozy bed—but without her by my side, it all felt empty. I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe I didn’t deserve her time today, even though I knew deep down it wasn’t true. Still, a small, lonely part of me felt a pang of sadness, as if I’d been forgotten.
Eventually, I drifted into a light sleep, dreaming of past birthdays when we’d run in the park, chased each other, and she’d hugged me tight. Those memories filled me with warmth, but waking up to the stillness of the house made me long for her presence even more. All I wanted was for her to come back and see me, to make this birthday as memorable as we had planned together.
