Today is my birthday, but it feels no different from any other day. The sun is shining through the cracks in the window, and I can hear the distant sounds of people and cars. But it’s so quiet here. There are no birthday songs, no cake, no joyful voices calling my name. I’ve been here for as long as I can remember, in this small room with just my thoughts to keep me company. I know I’m not like other dogs. My eyes don’t work like theirs do. I can’t see the world the way they do. But I can still feel it — the warmth of the air, the soft touch of someone’s hand, the sound of a familiar voice.
I’ve never known what it’s like to run freely across a meadow or to chase after a ball like the other dogs in the park. My blindness has kept me from experiencing so many things. But I don’t mind as much as you might think. I’ve learned to adapt. The scent of fresh grass still fills me with joy, even if I can’t see it. The gentle pat of a hand on my head is enough to make my tail wag, and the voice that calls my name is enough to make me feel loved.
But today, on my birthday, something is different. I can’t help but wish, just for a moment, that I could experience a special day. Maybe a warm embrace or a friendly face, someone to tell me that I matter. I long to be held close and told that I’m not forgotten, that I’m loved despite my imperfections.
You see, I know I’m not perfect. My fur is a bit matted, and I may not have the usual energy and zest for life that some dogs have. My sight may be gone, but my heart is full. Even though my appearance is not perfect, I hope to receive kind wishes from everyone. I hope someone out there sees me for who I am, not just for what I cannot do or see.
I dream of a home, a warm bed, a loving voice calling me. But mostly, I dream of not being forgotten, of having a family who will look past my flaws and embrace me for the dog I am. I want to be loved. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.
So here I am, on my birthday, hoping that someone out there will remember me. Hoping that someone will see me, not as a blind dog, but as a dog who has a heart full of love to give. Maybe today will be the day when my wish comes true — to find a family who will take me in and show me that I matter.
And if that doesn’t happen today, I’ll still be here, waiting. Because even though I may not be able to see the world, I can feel the love in the little things, and that is enough to give me hope.
