Felix was a small, scruffy terrier with a heart of gold. He had been a stray dog for as long as he could remember, wandering the streets and scavenging for food. Today was his birthday, a day that usually filled him with a sense of hope, but this year, it felt particularly bleak.
Felix wandered through the city, his tail drooping sadly. He sniffed at garbage cans, hoping to find a scrap of food, and curled up in abandoned buildings for warmth. He missed the feeling of a soft bed, the sound of a familiar voice, and the comfort of a loving home.
As the day wore on, Felix’s loneliness grew. He felt so small and insignificant in the vastness of the city. He just wanted a place to call his own, a warm bed to sleep in, and someone to love him.
As the sun began to set, Felix found himself sitting on a park bench, watching the people go by. He felt a pang of sadness as he realized that no one had wished him a happy birthday. He wondered if it was because he was a stray dog, if people didn’t care about dogs like him.
