Today was supposed to be special.

It was my birthday — a day that once meant belly rubs, sweet songs, maybe a little treat with a candle on top. But this year… there was only silence.

No warm hugs.
No joyful voices whispering, “Happy birthday, sweet pup.”

Just the soft ticking of time, and the quiet ache of being forgotten.

I didn’t wish for much — not toys or cakes or grand celebrations. Just one kind soul. Just one gentle moment to remind me I’m still seen, still loved, still someone’s good boy.

But the day passed slowly, shadows growing longer as hope faded. I watched the door, ears perking at every sound, heart fluttering with each distant footstep… but no one came.

And yet, in that silence, I still dreamed. Dreamed of the days when laughter filled the room. When loving hands would stroke my fur and tell me I mattered. When birthdays were bright and full of love, not lonely and quiet.

Tonight, as I curl up in my little corner, I carry those memories with me. Because even if today was forgotten, I remember the love I once had — and I hope that somewhere, someone remembers me too.

Because every soul — even the quiet ones with tired eyes and gray whiskers — deserves to feel special. To feel loved. Even if it’s just once a year. 🎂🐾💔