Today is my birthday, but I have no cake, no candles, and no flowers. My name is Minta, and as I woke up this morning, I felt a mix of excitement and sadness. The sun was shining brightly, and the birds outside were chirping, which usually makes me feel joyful. However, today felt different. I had been dreaming about this day, imagining a beautiful cake with my name on it, colorful balloons, and maybe even some special treats from my humans.
But as the hours passed, I watched my family go about their usual routines. They were busy with work and chores, and nobody seemed to remember that it was my special day. I curled up in my cozy spot on the couch, trying to shake off the feeling of disappointment. The house was quiet, and my heart felt heavy. I could see the empty dining table where a cake should have been. My tail, usually wagging with joy, drooped down in sadness.
I thought about my dog friends in the neighborhood. I remembered how they had big parties for their birthdays, with all the fun and laughter. I imagined running around with them, chasing after squeaky toys and enjoying delicious snacks. But here I was, alone on my birthday, without any of that joy.
As I lay there, I heard my humans laughing in the kitchen. Curious, I peeked in and saw them preparing dinner. Suddenly, my ears perked up as they began singing a song. I recognized the tune—it was the birthday song! My heart raced with hope. Maybe they had forgotten to celebrate, but perhaps they were planning a surprise for me.
To my delight, my humans came into the living room, clapping their hands. They brought a small plate with a single treat on it, along with a candle. “Happy Birthday, Minta!” they exclaimed. Although it wasn’t the grand celebration I had envisioned, the love in their voices warmed my heart. They lit the candle and placed it carefully in front of me. As they sang, I wagged my tail excitedly, feeling cherished despite the simplicity of it all.
In that moment, I realized that it didn’t matter whether I had a big cake or fancy decorations. What truly mattered was the love and attention from my family. They may have forgotten the celebrations at first, but they took the time to make me feel special in their own way.
As I enjoyed my treat, surrounded by my humans, I knew that every birthday, no matter how it was celebrated, was an opportunity to feel loved. And while I may not have had the grand party I dreamed of, I felt grateful to have my family by my side. Today was my birthday, and in my heart, it was still a wonderful day.
