Today is my birthday, but I’m feeling a little down. The day started like any other, with the sun shining through the window and the birds chirping outside. I wagged my tail and jumped out of bed, excited for what I thought would be a special day. But as the morning went on, something felt different.
My owner, Sarah, was busy with her usual routine. She gave me my breakfast, patted my head, and went off to work. I waited by the door, hoping she would say something—just a quick “Happy Birthday, boy!”—but she didn’t. Maybe she forgot?
I spent the afternoon wandering around the house, trying to cheer myself up. I played with my favorite squeaky toy, chased my tail, and even tried to nap. But no matter what I did, I couldn’t shake this feeling of loneliness. It wasn’t just that Sarah forgot; it was that no one else seemed to remember either. Not the neighbors, not the mailman, not even the friendly cat next door who usually hisses at me.
As the day went on, the house grew quieter. I sat by the window, watching the world go by, hoping someone would come to celebrate with me. I imagined Sarah coming home with a big smile, holding a new toy or a treat just for me. I pictured her singing a silly birthday song, making me feel like the most special dog in the world. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that today was just another day for everyone else.
The evening finally arrived, and I heard the sound of Sarah’s car pulling into the driveway. My tail started wagging, and I ran to the door, hoping this would be the moment she remembered. She walked in, tired from her long day, and smiled at me. “Hey, buddy,” she said, giving me a pat on the head. I waited for more, but she simply moved on to her usual tasks.
I curled up on my bed, feeling a little heartbroken. I know Sarah loves me, and I know she cares. But today, I couldn’t help but wish that she had remembered how much this day means to me. Maybe tomorrow she’ll remember, or maybe she’ll realize later tonight. But for now, I’ll just close my eyes and dream of better birthdays.
After all, there’s always next year.
