Mice, a small, scruffy dog with soulful eyes, sat alone on the cold, damp ground. Today was his birthday, a day he had eagerly anticipated. But as the hours ticked by, a sense of disappointment settled over him. No joyous greetings, no wagging tails, no celebratory bones. Just the harsh reality of his solitary existence.
He remembered the days when he had a family, a warm home, and a loving owner. They would shower him with affection on his birthday, giving him treats, toys, and endless belly rubs. But those days were long gone. Now, he was just another stray, a forgotten creature on the fringes of society.
As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the street, Mice’s heart ached with loneliness. He missed the warmth of a human touch, the sound of a familiar voice. He wished, just for a moment, that someone would remember him, that someone would care.
But as the night deepened, Mice was left with only his thoughts and the cold, indifferent world. He curled up in a small, sheltered spot, his breath misting in the air. As he drifted off to sleep, he couldn’t help but wonder if he would ever experience the joy of a birthday celebration again.
