By daily 
💔🎉 Some birthdays mark more than years; they bring us closer to where we belong.
It had been two long years since Max had last walked through the park where he once played as a puppy. The rustling leaves brought back memories of his old family—loving faces that had moved away, leaving him behind.
Today, on his fourth birthday, Max’s paws hesitated at the park’s entrance. A kind stranger had adopted him last year, but something still felt missing. As if sensing his unease, a young girl approached with a bright smile and a ball in hand.
“Want to play?” she asked gently.
Her laughter echoed through the trees as Max’s tail began to wag for the first time in ages. In that moment, the loneliness faded. The girl didn’t know it yet, but she was his new beginning—his forever home.