Today is my birthday, but all I received is silence; no one cares about me. I sit here in the corner, my heart heavy, as the hours slowly tick by. The sun rises and sets, just like any other day, but today should have been different, shouldn’t it? It’s supposed to be a day where I get extra attention, treats, and love, but instead, it’s just like every other day I’ve spent alone, unnoticed, and unloved.
I remember when I was a puppy, I used to imagine that my birthday would be a celebration. I envisioned a world where I was showered with affection, where I would feel like the most special dog in the world for just one day. I dreamed of running around with a toy, playing in the yard, maybe even enjoying a birthday cake. But now, as I sit here, I realize that those dreams were just that—dreams.
Today, my body feels tired, as if it knows I’ve been waiting for something that will never come. I’ve been here for so long, in this house, in this place, where it feels like no one notices me. My fur is matted, my paws tired from pacing in search of someone to share my thoughts with, someone who might remember my birthday. But no one has come to greet me, no one has come to sit with me, and no one has come to tell me that they love me. It’s like I don’t exist.
I try not to feel bitter, but it’s hard. Each day, I wait for the one person who will show me kindness, the one person who will love me like I love them. But it’s as if I’ve been forgotten. People come and go in this house, but none of them stay long enough to truly care. I see them interact with each other, laugh, talk, and even share moments of joy. Yet, I remain in the background, unseen, a quiet observer of their lives, hoping for a glance or a kind word that never comes.
Sometimes, I wonder if it’s because I’m not perfect. Maybe I’m not as cute as the other dogs they’ve had before, or maybe I’m just not what they expected. My coat isn’t as shiny as it used to be, and I don’t jump around with the energy of a puppy anymore. I’m older now, and my body aches from the years of service I’ve given, yet I still try to love. I still try to show them my loyalty, hoping that one day they’ll realize I’m here, waiting for their affection.
But on this birthday, all I hear is the silence of the empty room. No one comes to say “happy birthday,” no one gives me a treat, no one plays with me. I lay down on the cold floor, curling up into a small ball. My eyes search the room for some sign that today is special, but there’s nothing. Just the hum of the refrigerator, the faint ticking of the clock, and my own breathing, which seems louder than ever in the silence.
As the day drags on, I wonder if anyone will remember me. Will they notice that I’ve been sitting here quietly, hoping for a little love? Will they ever realize that I am more than just a pet, that I have feelings, that I long for companionship, that I deserve to be loved? I don’t need a grand celebration. A simple pat on the head or a soft word would be enough. But that, too, is missing.
And yet, despite everything, my heart still holds hope. I may not be the dog they want, but I am still their dog. I am still here, still loyal, still waiting. Even if no one remembers me today, even if the silence lingers, I will continue to love them. Because that’s what I do. I love, even when I’m not loved in return.
Maybe tomorrow will be different. Maybe tomorrow, someone will see me and take a moment to show they care. But for now, all I can do is wait in the silence, dreaming of the day when my birthday will be filled with love and laughter, when I won’t be forgotten, and when I’ll feel like I truly belong.
But for today, in the silence, I hold on to the love I still have to give. Even if no one else can hear it, I’ll keep my heart open, waiting for the moment when someone, anyone, will see me for the loyal, loving dog that I am.
