You see, I’m Windy, a scruffy little dog who’s seen my fair share of struggles. My fur isn’t as shiny as it used to be, and my legs don’t move as quickly as they once did. But deep inside, I’m the same Windy who loves to play, snuggle, and bring joy to those around me. I don’t expect much—just a kind word or a little acknowledgment of this special day.
I know I’m not flawless. Sometimes, I bark too much or chew things I shouldn’t. But doesn’t everyone deserve to feel loved, especially on their birthday? I spend every day trying to show my love, wagging my tail at the smallest signs of affection and curling up close to my humans whenever they need comfort. It’s the least I can do because love is the one thing I’ve always had to give.
As I sit here, feeling a bit overlooked, I remind myself that love isn’t about perfection. It’s about showing up, being present, and sharing moments that matter. Maybe they’ve just been too busy or forgotten in the rush of life. Still, my heart aches a little as I hope someone will remember me before the day is done.
But instead of letting sadness take over, I decide to make my own celebration. I find my favorite squeaky toy, toss it into the air, and chase it around the room. I paw at my humans gently, reminding them that I’m here, and they respond with laughter and scratches behind my ears.
And just like that, I realize something important: birthdays aren’t just about being celebrated by others. They’re about celebrating ourselves—our journey, our quirks, and everything that makes us who we are. I don’t need perfection to feel loved. I already have it in the small moments, in the quiet companionship of my family, and in the joy of simply being alive.
So, happy birthday to me, Windy. Even if no one else says it, I’ll celebrate myself. I’m not perfect, but I’m enough. And that’s worth celebrating every single day.
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