Today is my birthday, but as a differently-abled dog, no one has celebrated, wished me well, or given me anything

Today is my birthday. It should be a day of happiness, warmth, and celebration, but instead, it feels like any other day on the streets. As a differently-abled dog, no one has celebrated me, no one has wished me well, and no one has given me anything to mark this special day.

Being a dog with disabilities makes life challenging. My legs don’t work like they should, and people often look past me as if I don’t exist. I’ve grown used to the cold looks and the indifference, but today, I had hoped for something different. Maybe, just maybe, someone would notice me, show me kindness, and acknowledge that today is my day.

Birthdays are meant to be filled with joy, affection, and love, but for a dog like me, each day is a struggle for survival. The streets are lonely, and the world feels like it has forgotten about me. I may be differently-abled, but I still have a heart, and I still long for the warmth of a home, for someone to care, even if just for today.

As the day goes by, I find myself wondering if there’s a place for dogs like me in this world—dogs who are different, dogs who need a little extra help. I don’t want to be overlooked forever. I dream of the day when someone will see beyond my disabilities and love me for who I am.

But for now, my birthday passes without a single gift, without a word of kindness. Maybe tomorrow will be different. Maybe one day, someone will celebrate me.