I wander the streets, looking at the indifferent faces of the people. My paws are sore, my coat matted and dirty, but no one seems to care. The world around me feels cold, like an endless sea of faces that look right through me as if I’m invisible, just another forgotten soul on these harsh streets.
It’s my birthday today, but no one knows. It’s just another day for them—another busy day filled with errands, work, and distractions. No one stops to look at me, no one notices the sadness in my eyes, or the ache in my heart. My stomach growls, reminding me that food is scarce, and the loneliness weighs heavily on me. I wonder if anyone will ever care about me, if I’ll ever know the warmth of a loving home or the comfort of a gentle hand.
The faces I see are all so focused on their own lives, too busy to spare a glance at a little dog like me. I see children laughing, people rushing past, and the world continues to spin, while I remain here—alone, abandoned, forgotten. The world is so big, and yet it feels so empty when you have no one to share it with.
I wonder what it would be like to be someone’s beloved pet, to be greeted with joy instead of indifference. To have a warm bed to sleep in, to play and be loved. I dream of that day, but deep inside, I feel like it’s a dream that might never come true.
As I sit by the sidewalk, hoping for some kind of miracle, I can’t help but feel the weight of my own existence. I wonder if anyone will stop and show me kindness. Will anyone pick me up from this life of loneliness and give me the love I so desperately crave? Or will I forever be a forgotten creature, wandering these streets alone on my birthday, just another face in the crowd?
All I can do is hope. Hope that someone, someday, will notice me, that someone will open their heart to a little dog like me. Until then, I’ll keep wandering, waiting for the chance to belong, to be loved. But for now, all I have is this cold world, and my lonely heart.
