He didn’t expect much — just a kind word, maybe a treat, or a warm hand brushing over his head. Today was his birthday. It should’ve been special.

But instead, he sat alone… quiet, still, waiting.

His face has softened with age — a little grey around the muzzle, eyes clouded with time. The years have slowed him down, but they’ve never dimmed his heart. Inside, he’s still that same loving soul who once ran to greet every visitor, who wagged his tail with the joy only dogs can know.

And yet today… no one came.

No songs. No candles. No “Happy Birthday, old friend.”

Just silence.

He doesn’t understand why. Maybe he’s too old. Maybe the world moved on. But he still waits, because love — real love — never gives up hope.

So if you’re reading this, say it out loud: “Happy Birthday.”

Because maybe, just maybe, he’ll feel it — like a whisper through the wind, reaching the one who’s been forgotten for too long.

Every soul deserves to be celebrated. No matter their age. No matter how quiet their birthday may be.