On my birthday, I feel abandoned; this unloved stray dog has been hungry for days with no meal
On my birthday, I feel abandoned, a forgotten stray dog navigating a world that seems to have forgotten me. Today should be a day of joy, but instead, it’s marked by hunger and solitude. While others celebrate with laughter and love, I sit alone, feeling the weight of neglect heavy on my heart.
For days, I have searched for food, my little belly growling in protest as I scavenge for scraps. The streets are unforgiving, and my tiny paws have wandered far and wide, yet I return empty-pawed. Each missed meal deepens the ache within me, a reminder of how easily I can be overlooked.
I watch families gather, their smiles bright and their hearts full. I long for a gentle hand to pet my fur, a kind voice to acknowledge my existence. But instead, I linger in the shadows, invisible to those who pass by. It’s a painful reminder that today, like so many others, I am alone.
As the sun rises higher in the sky, I can’t help but feel a sense of despair. I dream of a place where I am loved, where my birthday would mean something—a warm home, a cozy bed, and the affection I’ve yearned for. Yet, that dream feels far away, a distant star I can barely grasp.
Despite the sorrow that wraps around me, a small flicker of hope remains. I remind myself that I am still here, still waiting for a chance to be seen. I believe there is someone out there who will recognize my worth, someone who will offer me a loving home and the care I desperately need.
As the day wears on, I choose to hold onto that hope. Today may not be the celebration I had imagined, but I will not let it extinguish my spirit. I will continue to wait, my heart open to the possibility that one day, my birthday will be filled with love and joy—a day where I am no longer an unloved stray, but a cherished companion.
