By daily 
Forgotten on My Birthday
Dexter woke up with a hopeful spark in his eyes. Today was his birthday—a day that, in his heart, he dreamed would be filled with extra hugs, tasty treats, and playful surprises. But as he padded into the kitchen, all he saw was the usual morning bustle, and no one seemed to notice him. He tilted his head, waiting for someone to remember, but one by one, everyone walked by without a single “Happy Birthday.”
As the day wore on, Dexter felt his heart grow heavy. Why hadn’t anyone remembered him? Had he done something wrong? He quietly slinked over to his bed and curled up, his usual spark replaced with a sense of loneliness and a pang in his chest. 💔
Just as Dexter’s eyes began to droop, he heard gentle footsteps approaching. He looked up and saw Ria, his close friend, carrying a small chew toy wrapped in a crinkled paper. “Hey, Dexter,” she whispered, “Come with me.”