I celebrate my birthday with my puppies in a muddy, rocky pit, and I feel so sad

 

Today is my birthday, but it’s not like the birthdays I’ve heard about in stories. It’s not filled with gifts, love, or joy. Instead, I’m celebrating in a cold, damp pit made of rocks and mud, surrounded by my puppies. They’re all I have right now, and while I love them with all my heart, I can’t help but feel a deep sadness in my chest.

I never imagined my birthday would be like this. I remember, before this place, I was with a family. I don’t remember much from those days — it feels like a distant memory now. But I remember the warmth, the feeling of being part of something, a home where I wasn’t just a stray. I remember how I used to run around in the grass, the sun warming my fur, with the sounds of laughter and happy voices surrounding me. I remember a time when I wasn’t alone.

But today, it’s just me and my puppies. The mud and rocks beneath us are hard and cold, and it’s been raining. The earth is wet, and the air is thick with the smell of damp soil. My puppies huddle close to me, seeking warmth and comfort, and I do my best to keep them safe. They depend on me, and I love them more than anything in this world. But the sadness I feel is overwhelming.

I watch my puppies as they squirm in the mud, not fully understanding what’s going on. They don’t know the pain of hunger or the feeling of abandonment like I do. They just know that I’m their mother, and I will protect them with everything I have. But as I look at them, I can’t shake the feeling of loss. I feel like I’ve failed somehow, that I should have been able to give them more than this — a better place, a better life. I wish they didn’t have to be born into this world of cold and hardship.

I can hear the distant sounds of other dogs barking, the rustling of trees in the wind, but they all seem so far away. There’s no one here to celebrate with me, no one to give me a pat on the head or a kind word. I wish someone would find us, take us away from this miserable place, and show us what real love feels like. But for now, it’s just me and my little ones, alone in this muddy pit. It’s a lonely feeling, especially today, on my birthday.

I try to stay strong for them. They’re still so young, and they need me. I know that I have to keep going, no matter how hard it gets. I have to keep them safe, warm, and fed. They rely on me, and I would never leave them. But as I lie here with them, my heart aches for the life I once had — for the family I lost and for the future that seems so uncertain.

I look down at my puppies as they snuggle against me for warmth, and I find a flicker of hope in their innocent eyes. They don’t know the hardship we face, but they trust me completely, and that trust is something I will never take for granted. I may not have a home, but I have them. And as long as we have each other, I’ll keep fighting for a better life. I’ll keep doing my best to protect them, to show them love, even in this dark, lonely place.

Today, on my birthday, I may not have much to celebrate, but I have my puppies. They are my world. And even though I feel sadness deep in my bones, I know that I must carry on for them. They are my reason for hope, my reason to keep pushing forward, no matter how hard it gets.

So here we are, in a muddy, rocky pit, celebrating my birthday in the only way we know how. I hope one day, we’ll find a better place, a place filled with love, warmth, and safety. Until then, I will hold onto the love I have for my puppies, and I will keep them close, knowing that, together, we can survive anything. Even on this sad birthday, we still have each other. And that, in itself, is a blessing.

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