Today is my birthday, and as I sit curled up in the corner of the shelter, I can’t help but wonder if ugly dogs like me ever receive birthday wishes. My body is different—without eyes, I navigate the world in a haze, relying on my other senses to guide me. The world is a series of sounds, smells, and faint vibrations, but sometimes, I just feel lost in the darkness.
People walk by, and I can hear them whispering. Some point at me, their voices filled with laughter or disdain. “Look at that poor, deformed dog,” they say, and it pierces my heart like a sharp thorn. I may not be able to see their faces, but I can sense their gazes upon me, and it fills me with an overwhelming sadness. I often wonder what it would be like to be like the other dogs—full of energy and loved by everyone.
In the quiet moments of my day, I dream of what it would be like to celebrate a birthday surrounded by love. I imagine a gentle hand petting my head, someone telling me how special I am, despite my differences. But those moments seem so far away. I can hear the laughter of the other dogs who are well-loved, playing with their toys and getting treats, while I sit here, wishing for a friend.
As I huddle in my bed of blankets, I think of the moments that have brought me joy, no matter how small. I remember the kind staff members who come to check on me, offering soft words and gentle pats. They don’t see me as ugly; they see me as a soul deserving of love. They often tell me, “You are beautiful in your own way.” Still, it’s hard for me to believe that when I’m surrounded by others who seem so perfect.
Today, I wish for a home—a place where I can feel safe and loved, where my differences don’t matter. I long for someone to share my life with, someone who will see beyond my appearance. My heart aches for a companion who will celebrate my birthday with me, no matter how many candles I get to blow out or how many treats I receive.
I know I’m not the only dog in the shelter, and I hear the stories of others who have found their forever homes. I often wonder what it is about them that makes them so lovable. Maybe it’s their shiny coats or bright eyes, traits that I don’t possess. Yet, deep down, I understand that love transcends appearance; it’s about connection, companionship, and kindness.
As I lay here, hoping that someone will remember me today, I remind myself that even if I don’t get the birthday wishes I yearn for, I still have hope. Hope that one day, I will find a family who sees my spirit rather than my exterior. Maybe that day will be today. As I listen to the sounds of the shelter, I hold on to that hope tightly, knowing that every dog deserves love, including ugly dogs like me.
So, while I wonder if I’ll receive birthday wishes, I also realize that the most beautiful gift I can hope for is love—a love that sees me for who I truly am.
