“All I want for my birthday is a little love and a lot of cuddles.” 
Even the invisible ones deserve to be celebrated.

Today is my birthday.
But there are no balloons. No candles. No cheerful voices singing my name.
Just the quiet hum of the shelter and the echo of passing footsteps.

I don’t need toys or treats—though those would be nice.
What I really want is something simple… something I’ve never truly had: to be seen.
To be held. To be loved.
Not because I’m perfect or cute or still a puppy.
But because I matter.

So many walk past me.
They stop at the others—tails wagging, eyes bright. I don’t blame them.
I’ve gotten older. I’ve grown quieter. Sometimes, I even stop hoping.
But never completely.

Because somewhere deep inside, a little flicker still believes…
That someone might notice me today.
That someone might say, “Happy Birthday, sweet soul. You are not forgotten.”
That someone might sit beside me, whisper a kind word, and make me feel like I belong—even just for a moment.

You don’t have to throw a party.
Just hold my paw. Let me rest my head against your heart.
Because to be seen, to be loved—especially when you feel invisible—that’s the greatest gift of all.