By daily 
For the past 5 months, I’ve been abandoned, left without a family to love me, and with no one to wish me a happy birthday.
Each day, I’ve waited patiently, hoping someone would see past the loneliness in my eyes and offer me a place to call home. I dream of a warm bed, gentle pats on my head, and a voice that tells me I’m loved. But today, on what should be a special day, I’m reminded that I’m still waiting, still hoping.
I don’t ask for much—just someone to share this life with, someone who will look into my eyes and see the loyal heart that beats within me. I might be alone now, but I believe that somewhere out there, a family is waiting for me too. Until that day comes, I’ll keep dreaming, holding onto the hope that next year, I won’t have to celebrate my birthday alone.