“I wish someone knew it was my birthday today… but no one does.”

Today should have been a day filled with joy — a soft voice saying, “Happy Birthday,” a warm hug, maybe a little treat. But instead, he sits in silence, tethered by a rusted chain, surrounded only by the cold and the sound of his own quiet hope.

There’s no cake.
No candles.
No laughter.
Just the weight of being forgotten.

He was born like every pup — full of wonder, tail wagging at the promise of love. He once believed he’d have a family, a name spoken with affection, a place in someone’s heart.

But life didn’t unfold that way.
Instead, he’s known nothing but loneliness… the clink of the chain his only lullaby. Day after day. Year after year.

Yet somehow, that gentle spark inside him still flickers. He still believes. Still dreams. That maybe today — just today — someone might see him. Might remember that he exists. That he matters.

Even a simple birthday wish whispered across the wind would mean everything.
Because even chained hearts carry hope.
And hope… is what keeps him holding on.

So if you’re reading this, don’t scroll past.
Say it out loud:
“Happy Birthday.”
Because every soul — even the forgotten ones — deserves to be celebrated.