San was a black puppy with a heart full of hope. He had been born into a litter of eight, but he was the only one left when the others were adopted. People often said he was unlucky, that his dark fur brought bad luck. But San didn’t believe that. He knew he was a good boy, and he deserved to be loved.
Today was San’s birthday, a day he had been looking forward to. He had imagined balloons, birthday cake, and lots of belly rubs from his human, Emily. But as the day wore on, San started to feel a little lonely.
He waited by the door, his tail thumping excitedly, hoping to hear a familiar voice. Emily was usually the first to greet him with a happy birthday song and a special treat. But hours turned into days, and still, no one came.
San curled up in his favorite spot, his big, brown eyes filled with sadness. He missed Emily’s warm hugs and the playful games they used to have. The house felt quiet and empty without her.
As the sun began to set, San decided to take a walk. He wandered through the park, sniffing the sweet scent of flowers and listening to the birds chirping. As he walked, he couldn’t help but feel a little lost.
Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice calling his name. He turned around and saw Emily running towards him, a big smile on her face. Emily had been busy with work and had completely forgotten about San’s birthday. She felt terrible about it and promised San she would make it up to him.
That evening, San had the best birthday party ever. Emily baked his favorite cake, decorated the house with balloons, and invited all of San’s doggy friends. San was so happy, his tail wagged so hard it almost knocked him over. As he ate his cake and played with his friends, he realized that even though his birthday had started off on a sad note, it had ended up being the best day ever. And he knew that despite the superstition about black cats, he was just as lucky as any other dog.
