Today is my birthday. I know it’s supposed to be a day of happiness, filled with love, gifts, and celebrations. But for me, it feels like just another ordinary day.
As I wake up this morning, I can hear the sounds of the world outside—the birds chirping, the wind gently rustling the leaves, and the distant hum of cars on the street. But inside, it feels different. There’s no excitement, no joy. No one is rushing to greet me with a hug or a kind word. I try to wag my tail, but it feels like no one notices.
I thought maybe today would be different. I imagined waking up to a beautiful cake, maybe with a candle that I could blow out. I pictured getting some lovely flowers, or at least a little treat, and perhaps some special belly rubs to show me how much I mean to my family. But none of that happened. There’s no cake, no flowers, no candles to blow out. There’s no one here to celebrate with me. It feels like just another day of waiting for someone to remember me, but they never do.
As I lie in my bed, I can’t help but think to myself, Is a birthday wish really that hard to give? It’s a simple thing, just a few words to show that someone cares, to let me know that I matter. Why is no one sending me their congratulations? I look around the house, but it’s eerily quiet. My humans are busy with their own lives, and I feel so small, so invisible.
I think about all the other dogs I’ve seen on TV, the ones who get treats and new toys on their birthdays. They’re surrounded by love, and everyone is happy for them. I wish I could be one of those dogs. I wish someone would notice me, even for just one day, and tell me that I’m loved.
But instead, I sit here alone, with only the silence for company. I don’t want to seem selfish, but why does no one remember that it’s my special day? Why do I have to wait so long for a little attention?
As the day passes, I try to stay hopeful, to remind myself that maybe tomorrow will be better. But deep down, a part of me feels empty. It’s hard to be happy when you feel forgotten, when you wonder if anyone will ever remember the simple joy of sharing a birthday with a dog like me.
But even though today was lonely, I still love my family. I know they’re busy, and maybe they don’t understand how important this day is for me. Maybe they just don’t realize how much I long for a little celebration, a little attention, on my special day. But for now, I’ll wait. Because even if I don’t get a birthday wish today, I know deep down that I still have a home. And maybe, just maybe, tomorrow will be a better day.
