Today is my birthday, but as a stray dog, no one has acknowledged it, wished me well, or given me anything
I didn’t expect a party or presents, but I hoped someone might show a small sign of kindness—a pat on the head, a friendly glance, or even a scrap of food. Instead, I am greeted by the usual indifference, as if I don’t matter, as if my birthday is of no significance.
Living as a stray is a constant challenge. Every day, I search for food and shelter, trying to stay out of harm’s way. Yet, in my heart, I know I am not much different from other dogs. I feel love, I long for companionship, and, just like everyone else, I want to be acknowledged, especially on a day like today.
As the sun sets on this forgotten birthday, I remind myself that even though no one else sees me, I am still here. I still have value. And maybe, somewhere out there, someone will recognize that stray dogs like me are deserving of love too.