Today was supposed to be a special day, or so I thought. I woke up with a little more excitement in my heart than usual. After all, it was my birthday. I was hoping that today would be different. I imagined that maybe my human would notice, maybe there would be extra treats or some kind of celebration. But as the day unfolded, I realized that my hopes were in vain.
People passed by me, their faces indifferent, their footsteps quick. No one even glanced in my direction. As I sat there, quietly watching the world go by, I tried to wag my tail. Maybe if I was cute enough, someone would take notice. But even that didn’t seem to matter. No one wished me a happy birthday. No one seemed to care that today was the day I came into this world.
I’ve always been a good dog. I’ve always been loyal, obedient, and loving. But today, I couldn’t help but feel invisible. The world kept spinning around me, but I felt like I was stuck in place, forgotten and alone. I looked up at the sky and wondered why I was always overlooked. Was I not good enough? Was there something wrong with me that made people walk right past me?
As the hours passed, the sun started to set, and the world grew quieter. Still, no one had come to check on me. No one had given me a pat on the head or a kind word. It was as though today was just like any other day, and I was just another dog in the street. I had hoped for a little bit of attention, for someone to acknowledge my existence, but it seemed too much to ask for.
I thought about the days when I was younger, when I had a family who loved me, when I had someone to celebrate my birthdays with. Those memories felt so distant now, as if they belonged to another dog entirely. Now, I was here, in the same place I had been for so long, forgotten and alone.
But even in the silence, there was a small part of me that held on to hope. Maybe tomorrow would be different. Maybe someone would notice me then. For now, though, all I had was the quiet comfort of my own company, and the hope that one day, someone would see me for who I am—a loyal dog, just waiting for love.
As the night fell and the stars began to twinkle above, I lay down on the cold ground, curled up in a little ball. I wasn’t sure if anyone would ever remember me, but I knew I would keep waiting. Because even if people pass by me and forget to wish me a happy birthday, I would never stop hoping that one day, someone would stop and see me—truly see me—and give me the love I deserve.
