By daily 
Rory woke up early on his birthday, hoping today would feel a little more special. Yet, as he sat by the window, watching the world wake up, he realized it was just him and his quiet reflections. The house was still, the sun’s first light casting a gentle glow over everything, but there were no signs of a party, no streamers, and no “Happy Birthday, Rory” whispers. 💔
As the morning passed, Rory let himself reflect on his past year—the sunny afternoons spent running through fields, the cozy nights curled up with his family, and the many times he’d been there for others. His heart ached a little, wondering if this birthday would be just like any other day. He sighed, looking down at his paws, trying to shake off the loneliness.
But then, a small, familiar noise broke the silence. It was his friend Meda, wagging her tail as she crept over, carrying a small toy wrapped messily in a blanket. “Happy Birthday, Rory!” she whispered, her eyes shining.