Today is my birthday, but instead of joy, I am in so much pain. I used to wander the streets alone, a homeless dog without a family or a place to call home. I’ve never known what it feels like to celebrate or receive love, but today, things are even worse.
This morning, as I limped through the busy streets looking for food, a car came speeding by. Before I could react, it hit me. The pain was immediate and overwhelming. My legs, which once carried me from alley to alley, no longer work. I tried to stand, but my body wouldn’t respond. The pain coursed through me with every movement.
I lay there, watching people pass by, none stopping to help. They didn’t notice that today was my birthday, that this day, which should have been filled with happiness, has become the worst day of my life. I used to dream of finding a loving family, someone who would care about me, who would take me in and make me feel safe. But now, lying on the cold pavement, I wonder if I’ll ever get the chance to feel love.
My birthday wish was simple: to have someone see me, to offer a kind word or even a gentle touch. But instead, I’m left here, in pain, with no hope of walking again.
As the day goes on, I feel weaker. The world around me continues without noticing my suffering. Today, on my birthday, I realize that my journey may be coming to an end. The pain is unbearable, but what hurts even more is the loneliness.
Maybe, just maybe, one kind soul will find me before it’s too late. Until then, I’ll lie here, hoping that one day, homeless dogs like me won’t have to suffer alone on their birthdays.
