By daily 
Rex wasn’t sure of his exact age, but he knew he was about three years old. For those three years, he had faced hunger, cold, and the harsh struggle for survival. Abandoned as a puppy, Rex had grown up on the unforgiving streets, his early innocence stripped away by life’s cruelty. Today, on his third birthday, the irony stung deeply.
Once, he remembered the comfort of warmth and the soothing beat of a heart. But those memories were now just distant echoes. His world had become a stark urban landscape, where hunger was his only constant companion.
As the sun set and shadows grew longer, Rex roamed the streets, his small frame barely noticeable amid the bustling crowd. People hurried by, ignoring his presence. He longed for kindness, a warm meal, or a safe place to rest, but the city offered none.
Finding shelter under a discarded cardboard box, Rex curled up, shivering. His birthday passed in silence—no presents, no songs, just the harsh reality of his solitary existence. He dreamed of a home and a loving family, but as night fell, the cold, unfeeling world awaited him.
His third birthday was a somber reminder of a life marked by loneliness and the absence of love.