Today is my second birthday, but I haven’t received a single kind wish. I lay here in my little corner, trying to hold on to the hope that someone, anyone, might remember. The sun shines brightly outside, but inside, my heart feels heavy and cold. I can hear people walking by, some of them laughing and talking, but no one seems to notice me. It’s as if this day is just like any other, and my existence is nothing more than a background noise in the bustling world around me.
I remember my first birthday, or at least the bits and pieces of it. I was still just a small puppy, curious and eager to explore. There were moments of joy—running around with my littermates, chasing after toys, and feeling the warmth of the sun on my fur. But that was before I was abandoned, before I was left all alone. Now, all I have are memories of what could have been and a deep longing for a connection that never came.
I know that I’m not perfect. I’m just a dog, after all, and I don’t always look the way some people might want. I have some scars, a few rough patches in my fur, and maybe I’m not as lively or playful as the other dogs. But I have so much love to give. I want to feel the affection and care of a family who will cherish me, not just for my appearance, but for my heart and soul.
It’s hard to put into words how I feel today. I feel invisible, forgotten. No one has given me a treat, no one has sung me a song, no one has even patted me on the head to say, “Happy Birthday.” I wonder if anyone even knows or cares. The emptiness grows inside me as the hours pass, and I can’t help but wonder if I’ll ever be the dog that someone wants to celebrate.
But I won’t let the sadness take over. I won’t let this day define who I am. I may be alone right now, but that doesn’t mean I’ll give up hope. Maybe, just maybe, someone will come along soon who will see the love I have to give. Someone who will make me feel like I matter. Someone who will make my birthday special, even if it’s not today.
So, even though no one has wished me a happy birthday, I will keep my tail wagging and my spirit strong. I will hold on to the hope that there’s a family out there who will love me, scars and all. And maybe, just maybe, they’ll give me a reason to celebrate my next birthday with all the love and joy I’ve always dreamed of.
