Today is my birthday. It should be a happy day, right? A day filled with joy, love, and celebration. But for me, it is just another lonely day. I don’t have a friend to share it with, and this place is so quiet, so empty. It’s very boring here. 💔😢
I remember a time when I used to dream of my birthday being special. I imagined having a loving family who would celebrate with me, maybe a little party with a cake and some toys. I imagined warm hands patting my head, a soft voice whispering, “Happy birthday, my good boy!” But dreams are just dreams, and reality is very different.
I don’t know how long I’ve been here, inside this cold, lonely kennel. Every day, I watch people walk past me. Some stop and look at me for a moment, but they always choose someone else. Maybe I’m not cute enough. Maybe I’m too quiet. Maybe they don’t see the love in my eyes, the love I have been waiting so long to give.
The other dogs around me have come and gone. I have seen my neighbors get adopted, their tails wagging excitedly as they leave with their new families. I always hope that maybe next time, it will be my turn. But today, on my birthday, I am still here. Alone.
I lay my head on my paws and close my eyes, trying not to cry. The air is cold, and my little blanket is not enough to keep me warm. I wish I had a friend, someone to play with, someone to love. I don’t need a big party or fancy treats—just a kind heart, a warm hug, and a place to belong.
As the sun sets, I whisper to myself, “Happy birthday to me.” My voice is barely a whisper in the empty room. No one answers. No one sings. No one even knows.
Maybe next year will be different. Maybe next year, I won’t have to spend my birthday alone. Maybe next year, someone will come and see me, not just as another dog in a shelter, but as a friend. Maybe one day, someone will choose me.
Until then, I will keep waiting. 💔😢
