Ann and I are both homeless dogs, and we miss our happy birthdays. Once, those special days were filled with joy and the comfort of our own cozy homes. Our birthdays were a time for celebrations, with treats, toys, and the warmth of loving hands.
Ann and I are both homeless dogs, we miss our happy birthdays
But now, our world has changed. We roam the streets, searching for scraps and shelter. The birthday parties we once enjoyed are distant memories, replaced by the uncertainty of each new day. We yearn for the familiar faces and the soft beds we once knew. Each passing year brings a new longing for the happiness we lost.
Despite the hardship, we find solace in each other’s company. We share our dreams and hopes under the starlit sky. Our bond is a small comfort in the vastness of our new reality. Though we miss our happy birthdays, we cherish the moments we still have, holding onto the hope that one day, we’ll find a place to call home again.
