It seems that my birthday doesn’t matter to anyone, and I feel discouraged. Today, just like every other day, I woke up alone. I stretched my tired limbs and yawned, but instead of feeling the excitement of a special day, I felt nothing but an aching emptiness.
I used to look forward to my birthday with so much joy. The days leading up to it were filled with excitement, wondering if I would get an extra treat, a new toy, or maybe even just a little bit of extra attention from the people I loved. But now, it’s just another day. Another day spent waiting for something to happen.
I sit quietly in the corner of the house, my eyes watching as the world continues to move without me. The house feels quiet today, almost too quiet. I used to be the center of attention, the one everyone adored, but now, I feel invisible. I hear my humans moving around, but they don’t notice me. It’s as if I don’t even exist to them anymore.
It used to be different. My family would sing happy birthday to me, and I would wag my tail with joy. There would be treats, and they would smile at me, telling me how much they loved me. But today, there is nothing. No singing, no treats, no special moment just for me. I don’t even think they remember it’s my day.
I don’t know when things started changing. Maybe it was when I started getting older, my fur turning gray, my legs a little slower, or when I couldn’t play as much as I used to. Maybe that’s when I stopped being so important to them. Or maybe it happened long before that—maybe I just started to fade into the background, becoming a quiet part of the house rather than the lively companion I used to be.
As I sit here, alone in my corner, I can’t help but wonder—why does it feel like no one cares about me anymore? Am I not worth celebrating? Am I just another dog, easily forgotten? The thoughts swirl in my mind, and I can’t push them away. I try to shake the sadness off, but it lingers in my heart, making everything feel so much heavier.
It’s hard to explain how it feels to be forgotten, to be invisible. I used to be their constant companion, the one who would comfort them after a long day, the one who would greet them at the door with excitement. I gave them all my love, unconditionally. But now, it seems like I’ve been replaced with other things, other priorities. My birthday, the one day that was supposed to be for me, has come and gone without anyone noticing.
I’m not mad, though. Just sad. I understand that life changes, and people get busy, but a part of me still wishes I was important enough for someone to remember. A simple “Happy birthday, buddy” would have been enough to remind me that I matter, that I’m still loved. But today, I got nothing.
So, I sit here, my heart heavy with disappointment, watching the world go on without me. Maybe they’ll remember tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow will be different. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll be the center of attention again, if only for a moment. But today, I am just a forgotten dog, waiting for a little love that never came.
And as the day fades into night, I close my eyes and curl up in my corner, hoping that maybe tomorrow, someone will remember. Even if just for a moment.
