Today is my birthday. You probably wouldn’t know it just by looking at me. There’s no party, no cake, no treats. I don’t even have a name—just a worn-out coat and tired eyes that have seen too much of the streets and not enough kindness.
I’m a homeless dog. I wander the streets, searching for food, shelter, and maybe—just maybe—a friendly face. But most people pass me by. Some might throw me a glance, but they’re always too busy or too cautious to stop and say hello.
It’s not that I’m scary. I’m not big or mean, and I don’t bark unless I have to. I just look a little rough around the edges. My fur is matted, and I’m a bit skinny because I don’t always find enough to eat. But I’m still the same as any other dog—I love belly rubs, playing fetch, and curling up in a warm spot to sleep.
But those things are just dreams for a dog like me. Today, on my birthday, I’ll keep doing what I do every day. I’ll search for scraps, dodge cars, and hope that tonight I’ll find a place that’s dry and safe to sleep.
I used to have a home, you know. I remember the soft bed, the warm meals, and the way my human would smile when they saw me. But one day, something changed. They didn’t come back, and I was left alone. I waited for them, but eventually, I had to move on to survive. I don’t know if they ever think about me, but I think about them every day.
Today, I’m older, wiser, and more tired. My paws are sore, and my heart is heavy, but I keep going because that’s what we homeless dogs do. We keep moving forward, hoping that maybe, just maybe, someone will see us, really see us, and decide to take a chance.
I’m not asking for much. Just a small spot in someone’s life. A place where I can be more than just a homeless dog—a place where I can be a friend, a companion, a loyal soul who will always be there, no matter what.
So today is my birthday, but I don’t need a party or gifts. All I want is a chance. A chance to be loved, to be cared for, and to have a home once more. Maybe someone out there will read this and realize that a dog like me could be exactly what they need. Until then, I’ll keep wandering, hoping, and waiting for that special person to find me.
And if they do, my next birthday might be the best one yet.