She lay curled in her favorite corner, her greying muzzle resting gently on worn paws. The once energetic sparkle in her eyes had softened with time, replaced by a gentle calm — the kind only age and love can bring.

Today was her birthday. Thirteen.

No balloons hung from the walls. No candles flickered on a treat-filled cake. There were no party hats or excited voices singing her name.

Just silence.

Once, she was the center of attention — the puppy who ran circles in the backyard, who licked away tears, and greeted every visitor with joyful barks and a wagging tail. She was the heart of the home.

But time passed, as it always does. And slowly, she faded into the background. Quieter. Slower. Easier to overlook.

Today, she felt it more than ever. No one remembered. Not even the simple joy of a treat or the warmth of a birthday cuddle. Just another day for the world.

But if anyone had looked closer, they’d see a soul still overflowing with love.

She may not run like she used to. Her bark may be softer now. But her heart? It’s just as full — maybe even fuller.

Because even without a celebration, she waits.

She waits for the sound of footsteps.

For a hand to reach down and remind her: You matter. You’re loved. Happy birthday, sweet girl.