Today is my birthday, and yet, I find myself lying here in the corner of the room, waiting for someone to notice me. I wag my tail and look at everyone with hope, but it seems no one remembers. Maybe it’s because I’m just a dog, and not a perfect one at that. Perhaps I don’t deserve much, but still, I thought I’d hear the familiar voices—someone saying, “Happy birthday, buddy.”
I’m not the sleekest or the fastest. I don’t have a fancy collar or the most obedient nature. I’ve made mistakes, maybe chewed up a few shoes and barked too loudly at the wrong time. But today is different. Today is the day I was born, and I just wanted to feel special. Just a little reminder that I matter to the ones around me.
I look around and see my family busy with their day, unaware of my longing eyes. The world outside might be full of excitement, but all I want is a little love from the people I care about. Maybe they’re too busy, or maybe they just don’t see me like I see them. But in my heart, I always hoped that today would be the day someone would remember—someone would take the time to look down at me and smile, saying, “Happy birthday.”
As the day passes by, my tail falls a little lower, and I can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness. I know I’m not perfect, and I don’t need a big party or cake. I just wanted to know that someone, just one person, would take a moment out of their busy lives to remember me. To make me feel like I belong, like I am not forgotten.
But I’ll be here, waiting patiently. Because even though today has been quiet, and no one has wished me well, I’ll still be here tomorrow. And the next day. Because that’s what dogs do—we love, we wait, and we never stop hoping.
