On his birthday, the little dog sat in the corner of a yard, feeling both hungry and sad. The day that was supposed to be a celebration turned into one filled with sorrow. He had no one to give him attention or a comforting pat. No special treats, no toys, and worst of all, no food. The dog’s stomach rumbled as he waited for someone to care, but no one came. As the sun went down, his eyes filled with tears. He cried softly, knowing that, once again, he would go to bed with an empty belly.
His cries weren’t just from hunger, though. The loneliness he felt was just as painful. He had always hoped that on his birthday, someone would remember him—maybe a kind stranger would stop by and bring him a little joy. But the day passed, and all that remained was the feeling of sadness. Each whimper echoed his wish for kindness, but it never arrived.
As the moon rose, the dog curled up in his usual spot, hoping that maybe tomorrow would be different. The tears dried on his fur, but his heart remained heavy. It was a heartbreaking birthday, one that no creature should ever have to experience. His quiet sobs faded into the night, leaving a sense of deep, unspoken pain behind. He longed for just a little love and warmth on what should have been a special day.