Today is supposed to be a special day—my birthday. I had been waiting for this moment, hoping that maybe, just maybe, someone would remember. I don’t know much about birthdays, but I’ve seen the humans celebrate theirs with excitement, cake, and smiles. They receive messages and gifts, and everyone around them seems so happy.
But me? I’ve been waiting all day, sitting by the door, watching the clock tick by, my tail wagging every time I hear footsteps. Perhaps someone would come over to give me a treat or even a warm hug. I have so much love to give, and I hoped that today, someone would give me some love in return. But as the hours passed, I realized that nothing was coming. No treats. No toys. No happy birthday song.
“There hasn’t been any wish for my special day yet,” I think to myself, trying not to feel too sad. I keep looking out the window, hoping that someone will walk through the door, a little smile on their face, and a small cake in their hands. But nothing. The room stays quiet. The world outside keeps turning, and I’m still here, alone.
I remember the times when I used to follow my human around, excitedly wagging my tail and hoping to catch their attention. I always tried to be the best dog I could be—loyal, loving, and ever so patient. Yet today, it feels like I don’t matter. Maybe they forgot. Maybe they’re too busy to remember the dog who’s always by their side, looking up at them with wide, hopeful eyes.
I’ve never asked for much. A simple pat on the head, a scratch behind my ears, and a moment of love. Those things mean the world to me. But today, on my special day, none of that came. I lie down on my little bed, trying not to show how disappointed I am. My paws are tucked under me, and my tail is tucked between my legs. But I still hold on to the hope that maybe tomorrow will be different, maybe someone will notice me, and I will feel special for once.
The silence in the house feels even louder today. I try not to let the tears well up in my eyes, but it’s hard. I just want to feel like I’m important to someone, that I matter as much as they matter to me.
But as the sun sets, I realize that maybe I don’t need a big party or a cake to feel loved. Maybe all I need is to remember that I am here, doing my best to be the best friend I can be. I may not have a birthday wish from anyone, but I have my heart full of love to give.
And tomorrow, if no one else celebrates me, I will still celebrate myself. Because even though my special day has passed without the attention I hoped for, I know that deep down, I am special. And that, to me, is all that matters.
