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I’m a homeless dog and no one know today is my birthday
I’m a homeless dog, and no one knows today is my birthday. The streets have been my home for as long as I can remember, a maze of concrete and echoes where scraps of kindness are rare. Today, the sun rises just like any other day, casting a warm glow over the city, but I wander through the alleyways unnoticed and unloved.
I remember a time when I had a cozy corner, a bowl of food, and a gentle hand that would occasionally stroke my fur. Those days feel like a distant dream now, a memory blurred by the harsh reality of the streets. Today, though, as I navigate the familiar routes in search of something to eat, I can’t help but sense that something is different.
Maybe it’s the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze or the way the light dances on the pavement. I can’t quite put my paw on it, but there’s a faint glimmer of hope. I imagine if anyone knew, they’d give me a treat, a belly rub, or even just a kind word. But here I am, just another face in the crowd, another soul wandering through the city’s heartbeat.
Today is my birthday
Yet, in my heart, I carry a quiet joy. The simple act of being alive, despite the odds, feels like a gift. As the day unfolds, I continue my journey with a little extra bounce in my step, hoping that perhaps, someone will notice and share a moment of warmth with me. After all, today might be my birthday, but it’s also a day like any other—a chance for new beginnings and small miracles.
