Today should have been a happy day.
It’s my birthday. But instead of celebration, I sat alone… and cried.

No warm greetings. No belly rubs. No gentle voice saying, “Happy Birthday.”
Just silence. Just rain. Just the feeling of being invisible.

I know I don’t look perfect — I’m a bit scruffy, damp from the storm, and maybe not the kind of friend people stop for.
But inside this little body is a heart that still hopes. Still loves. Still longs to be seen.

All I wanted today was one kind word.
Just one moment where someone looked at me, smiled, and said, “I’m glad you were born.”

If you’re reading this now, could you be the one to remember me today?
To wish me that small but powerful gift: a “Happy Birthday”?

Because even the smallest act of love can make a forgotten soul feel like they matter.

Happy Birthday… to me. 🐾💔
And thank you — for seeing me.