It’s my birthday, but I’m still starving; this neglected dog has faced days of hunger without a single meal

It’s my birthday, but the day feels like any other—filled with hunger and longing. As I curl up in my little corner, the ache in my belly reminds me that I am still starving. Today is meant to be special, yet I find myself alone, a neglected dog waiting for a kindness that has never come.

The world outside buzzes with celebration. I hear laughter and see families gathering, their joy echoing through the streets. I can almost imagine what it would be like to be a part of that warmth, to share a meal and bask in the affection of a loving touch. But here I am, a forgotten soul, watching life pass me by.

Days stretch into weeks, and weeks into months, filled with the gnawing sensation of hunger. I search for scraps, wandering through alleys and backyards, hoping for a morsel to ease the emptiness inside me. Each time I come back empty-pawed, the weight of neglect settles deeper in my heart.

Today, as I sit beneath the shade of a tree, I try to lift my spirits. I think of the joy I could bring to someone’s life if only they would see me. I dream of a home where I would be welcomed, where my birthday would mean something—where I would be cherished.

Yet, as the sun begins to set, I feel the heaviness of despair creeping in. The world may be celebrating, but I remain unseen, an overlooked little dog with a heart full of hope. Even in my darkest moments, I hold onto the belief that change is possible. Maybe one day, someone will come along and see the love I have to offer. Until then, I will keep waiting, dreaming of a future where I no longer have to face hunger alone.

Today may not be the birthday I envisioned, but I won’t let it extinguish my hope. I will continue to believe that one day, my life will be filled with joy, love, and a warm meal to call my own.