Keny was a stray dog, her coat matted and dirty. She roamed the streets of the city, scavenging for scraps of food and seeking shelter from the elements. Today was her birthday, a day that should have been filled with joy and celebration, but for Keny, it was just another day of struggle and loneliness.
She wandered the streets, her tail drooping low, her eyes filled with sadness. She longed for a warm bed, a full belly, and a loving companion. But on her birthday, she knew she would receive none of these things.
As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the city, Keny curled up in a sheltered doorway. She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face. She wished for a miracle, a kind heart to offer her food and shelter. But she knew that was unlikely.
Keny spent the night alone, shivering in the cold and feeling forgotten. She dreamed of a different life, a life where she was loved and cared for. As she drifted off to sleep, she whispered a silent wish for a happy birthday, hoping that somewhere out there, someone would think of her.
