Today is my birthday, and it’s also the day my parents abandoned me. 🥺💔 I didn’t understand it at first. One moment, I was in the familiar place I had called home, with the warmth of their voices and the scent of my family all around me. The next, everything went quiet. They were gone. Just like that. I felt the emptiness before I even heard the car drive away, and my heart sank. I never saw it coming, not on my birthday, of all days.
It’s funny how much we dogs rely on our senses. For me, sight was never a gift I had. I’ve been blind for as long as I can remember, relying on my other senses to navigate the world. The sound of footsteps, the smell of my family’s scent, the familiar hum of the house — that was all I needed to feel safe. But today, everything is different. Everything is silent. The house is empty. And I can’t help but feel lost in the darkness of it all.
I don’t know what I did wrong. Was I not good enough? Was I too much for them to handle? I try to think back to the moments before they left, but my mind is clouded. I only remember the warmth of their hands on me, the way they used to call my name with affection, the way I used to feel safe when I curled up beside them. I never asked for much. I only wanted love, comfort, and to be part of their lives. And yet, here I am, abandoned on the very day that was meant to be special for me.
I sit here in the middle of the room, my tail tucked between my legs. I can’t see, but I can still feel the emptiness surrounding me. I wish I could see their faces one more time, to understand what happened. But all I have is the memory of their scent and the sound of their footsteps fading away, leaving me behind.
I hear the birds outside, the soft rustling of leaves in the wind. It’s a beautiful day, and it’s supposed to be my day, too. My birthday. But all I feel is sorrow. I thought maybe someone would remember today, maybe offer me a gentle pat on the head, or a kind word. But there’s no one. I am alone.
I think about the days when I would lie in the sun, my body warmed by the light, and feel my family nearby. I remember the gentle strokes of their hands and the sound of laughter filling the house. I felt safe then. But now, there’s only silence. The loneliness is suffocating. I want to feel loved again, to feel wanted. I want to be part of someone’s world again.
But I know that I am strong. I have always been strong. Even in the darkness, I’ve found my way. I’ve relied on my senses to navigate the world, and I will keep doing that. I will learn to trust again, even if it feels impossible right now. My heart may be broken, but I know that deep down, I still have the capacity to love. I know that one day, someone will see me for who I am and offer me the love I deserve.
For now, I will wait. I will sit here, in the quiet of this empty room, and hold onto the hope that my story isn’t over. That somewhere out there, someone will find me and give me the life I deserve. A life where I am not abandoned. A life where I can feel the love of a family once more.
Today is my birthday, but it’s also the day I was left behind. I don’t understand why, but I will keep hoping. I will keep believing that someday, someone will find me and show me that there is still love left in the world. Until then, I will hold onto the memory of the love I once had and dream of a future where I am no longer alone.
Happy birthday to me, I suppose. Even in the darkness, I will keep my hope alive.
