Today is my birthday, but as a stray dog, no one has acknowledged it, wished me well, or given me anything

 

Today is my birthday, but as a stray dog, no one has acknowledged it, wished me well, or given me anything

Today is my birthday. But as a stray dog, wandering the streets alone, no one has acknowledged it. No one has wished me well, no one has given me anything. I walk past people who are too busy to notice, as if my existence is just part of the background. Birthdays are supposed to be special, but for me, it’s just another day of survival.

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.

Today is my birthday, but as a stray dog, no one has acknowledged it, wished me well, or given me anything

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.

Today is my birthday, but as a stray dog, no one has acknowledged it, wished me well, or given me anything

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.

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