Liz was a small, brown puppy with big, hopeful eyes. She had been homeless for as long as she could remember. She didn’t know where her family was, or if she even had one. Today was her birthday, but there was no one to celebrate with her.
Liz wandered the streets, her tail tucked between her legs. She was hungry and cold, but those were things she was used to. What hurt the most was the loneliness. She longed for someone to pet her, to give her a warm place to sleep, and to tell her that she was loved.
As the day wore on, Liz found herself at a park. She watched as children played and families had picnics. She wished she could be part of that. She wished she had a family to share her special day with.
Tears welled up in her eyes. She felt so small and insignificant. No one remembered her birthday, and no one cared. She was just a stray puppy, a nuisance to be ignored.
As the sun began to set, Liz curled up under a bench. She closed her eyes and tried to forget her loneliness. She dreamed of a home, a family, and a birthday filled with love and laughter.
