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

Today is my son’s birthday. It’s supposed to be a day filled with joy, love, and celebration. But for me, as a homeless, differently-abled dog, this day has passed just like any other. No one has celebrated, no one has wished me well, and no one has offered my son even the smallest gesture of kindness.

Being homeless is tough, but being a dog with disabilities makes it even harder. We roam the streets, looking for shelter, food, and some form of affection. People pass by, often looking the other way, as if we are invisible. My son, like many others, deserves a better life, but today—his special day—there was no cake, no presents, not even a pat on the head.

Every dog dreams of a home, a place where we are loved and cared for. I had hoped that today, my son’s birthday, would be different. Maybe someone would notice us and show us some compassion. But the world seems too busy to care about a dog like me, with my twisted legs and sad eyes. No one sees the love I have for my son, no one hears the quiet plea in my heart for just one moment of kindness.

As the day comes to an end, I can only hope that tomorrow might bring some change. That someone, somewhere, will see us and not just turn away. Because even though we are homeless and differently-abled, we are still worthy of love, and my son deserves to be celebrated, even if no one else seems to think so.