Today is my birthday.
I woke up as the soft morning light crept through the cracks of the old shelter walls. The world outside was still quiet, and inside, the other animals were just beginning to stir. For most, it was just another day—but for me, it was something more. Today, I turned another year older. I am now five years old.
I don’t have a party. There’s no cake. No candles. No one here even knows that it’s my special day. But I remember. I always remember. I lie curled in my little corner, my fur a bit thinner than before, my whiskers twitching gently with hope. And in my heart, I whisper to the sky: “Today is my birthday.”
I wasn’t always here, you know. I once had a family. A warm place to sleep. A name someone used with love. But life changes. One day, they left and didn’t return. I waited, faithfully, but they never came back. The streets were cold, the hunger was sharp, and the loneliness louder than anything I’d ever known.
Eventually, someone found me and brought me here—to this shelter. The people are kind. They feed me, they give me water, and sometimes they pet my head softly. But it’s not the same. It’s not a home. I watch other cats get adopted, their cages suddenly empty. I smile for them, but deep inside, I wonder… When will it be my turn?
Today, though, I don’t ask for much. Not even a home—though that would be the greatest gift of all. No… today, all I wish for is a little kindness. A gentle voice saying, “Happy birthday.” A warm hand reaching out to touch me. A kind word that tells me I’m not invisible. That someone, somewhere, sees me.
I may not have balloons or toys, but if you’re reading this… maybe you could send me a birthday wish. Just a thought, a moment of love. That’s all I long for. Because even a small wish can light up a heart that’s been waiting in the shadows for too long.
So, here I am—your quiet little friend, whiskers and all—whispering my wish into the wind:
“Today is my birthday. Could you send a little love my way?”
