By daily 
Willow had reached a milestone—12 years old, an age filled with memories and adventures. His once boundless energy had mellowed, but his spirit was still as bright as ever. On this special day, the house was quiet. Willow expected a celebration like the ones from years past—laughter, treats, and maybe a new toy to chew on.
But as the day went on, there was no sign of a birthday party. His favorite corner by the fireplace was cozy as always, but today, it felt a bit lonelier. He stretched out on the soft rug, his grey muzzle resting on his paws, looking up now and then as if hoping to hear someone call out, “Happy Birthday, Willow!”
The evening light trickled through the windows, casting a warm glow around him. Though there were no balloons, no cake, and no birthday hat, Willow knew deep down that his family hadn’t forgotten him completely. They still gave him gentle pats and quiet moments of love throughout the day, even if the party wasn’t grand.
As the night set in, Willow curled up, content but reflective. “Another year,” he thought. “And though the party is small, my heart is full.” After all, 12 years of love was the greatest gift of all.