By daily 
It was my birthday, and even though I couldn’t see it, I could feel the excitement all around me. As a blind dog, I experience the world through my other senses. Today, the gentle touch of my owner’s hands and the joyful sounds of celebration told me something special was happening.
I heard the crinkle of wrapping paper and the soft clatter of dishes on the table. My owner’s voice, full of warmth, spoke lovingly to me, though I couldn’t see their smile. I could smell the rich, delicious scent of my birthday cake, knowing it would taste amazing, even if I couldn’t see it.
Though I couldn’t watch the flickering candles or the colorful cake, I didn’t feel like I was missing out. The love and attention from my owner made me feel incredibly special. Every pat, every ear scratch, and each delicious bite of cake reminded me that I was truly cherished.
In the end, it wasn’t about seeing the cake—it was about feeling the joy of being loved. As I settled down, content and surrounded by my owner’s warmth, I knew that even without sight, my birthday was filled with everything that mattered most: love, happiness, and a sense of belonging.