Today is my birthday, but it doesn’t feel like one. The world around me is dark, a heavy shadow that I can never escape. I wasn’t always like this. Once, my life was filled with colors, movement, and the joy of running under the sun with the wind brushing through my fur. But that was before the accident.
It was an ordinary day. My owner and I had gone for a walk—something I used to love more than anything. We walked through the bustling streets, the smell of freshly baked bread and the laughter of children filling the air. But in a single moment, everything changed. A car, too fast to stop, struck me as I tried to follow my owner across the road. I remember the pain, sharp and overwhelming, and then the creeping darkness that swallowed me whole.
When I woke up, the light was gone. I could hear the comforting voice of my owner, feel their hand gently stroking my head, but I couldn’t see them anymore. At first, I didn’t understand. I would stumble around, trying to find my toys, my food, even the door to the backyard. I barked at the emptiness, waiting for the light to return.
As days turned into weeks, I began to understand that this darkness was my new reality. My owner tried everything to make me feel safe, guiding me through the house and even setting up little bells to help me navigate. I loved them for it, but it didn’t stop the ache inside me. I missed the world I once knew, the faces I could no longer see, and the simple joy of watching the sky change from morning to night.
And now, here I am, sitting quietly in my favorite corner, listening to the world around me. Today is my birthday, but there’s no celebration. No special treats, no candles, no songs. Just silence, broken only by the faint rustle of leaves outside the window.
Still, I made a wish. My greatest birthday wish is to find the light of my life once again—not the light of sight, but the light of hope, love, and purpose. I dream of running freely again, not caring about the darkness, with the wind as my guide and my heart full of courage.
If I could speak, I would tell my owner how much I love them for staying by my side through everything. Their presence is my light now, even if I can’t see it. I can feel it in their gentle touch, in the way they call my name, and in the way they never give up on me.
Perhaps my wish has already come true. Even in the darkness, I am not alone. And maybe, just maybe, that’s all the light I need.
