Once, Snowy knew what love felt like. He belonged to a little girl with gentle hands and a laugh that made his tail wag. On his birthdays, she would hug him tight and whisper, “Happy Birthday, Snowy,” like he was the most important soul in the world.

But everything changed the day her family moved away. In the rush and chaos, Snowy was left behind—forgotten like an old toy in an empty room. He waited, day after day, for the sound of familiar footsteps… but no one ever returned.

Now, five years old, Snowy lives among shadows—his companions are the wind, the cold pavement, and the silence of lonely nights. No more warm embraces. No soft birthday songs. Just memories fading like the scent of home.

Tonight, he sits by the roadside, watching the stars blink through the clouds, hoping—just hoping—that someone, somewhere, still remembers him. That maybe, just maybe, a single “Happy Birthday” might find its way to him. Because even the smallest kindness… can remind a forgotten heart what it means to be loved.