Today Is My Birthday… But No One Remembered. Not Even the People I Once Trusted

Today Should Have Been My Special Day… Right?

Today is my birthday.

At least… I think it is.

I’m not completely sure, because no one ever wrote down the day I was born.
No one ever placed a ribbon around my neck.
No one ever baked me a cake, or called me a “good boy.”

But deep inside my little heart… I remember.

Another year.

Another birthday.

Another day of being forgotten.

My Face Is Covered in Scratches… But My Heart Hurts Even More

This morning, I looked into a puddle on the side of the road.

My reflection stared back at me.

A dirty face.
Scratches across my nose.
Old wounds near my eyes.
Fur tangled with dust and dried mud.

I barely recognized myself.

Was this really the same puppy who once believed humans were kind?

The scars on my face sting…

But not as much as the emptiness in my chest.

 I Waited All Day… Hoping Someone Would Notice

I sat quietly near the street corner.

Watching people pass by.

Footsteps.
Laughter.
Birthday balloons in children’s hands.
Families carrying cakes.

I wagged my tail… just a little.

Maybe…

Maybe someone would stop.

Maybe someone would smile.

Maybe someone would say…

“Happy birthday, little buddy.”

But no one did.

Not one person.

Not even a glance.

 I Pretended I Wasn’t Hurt… But I Was

So I walked away.

Slowly.

Quietly.

Like it didn’t matter.

Like I wasn’t waiting.

Like I wasn’t hoping.

But every step felt heavier.

Every heartbeat felt lonelier.

And for the first time…

I wondered if being forgotten hurts more than being hungry.

My Birthday Gift Was Silence

As the sun began to set…

I found an old cardboard box behind a building.

That would be my bed tonight.

No candles.
No cake.
No warm hugs.
No one singing for me.

Just the cold wind…

And silence.

A silence so loud…

It made my eyes wet.

If You See Me Today… Please Don’t Look Away

I’m just a dog.

I can’t speak.
I can’t ask for love.
I can’t tell you that today is my birthday.

But if you look into my scratched face…

Into these tired eyes…

Maybe you’ll see it.

I’m not asking for much.

Just…

A smile.
A gentle touch.
A little food.
Or maybe…

Just one person to say—

“Happy birthday… you matter too.”