Today is my birthday, but I haven’t received any birthday wishes or congratulations from anyone

In a quiet little town, nestled between rolling hills and gentle streams, lived a dog named Jany. Jany was a small, scruffy terrier with a heart full of love and loyalty. She lived with a kind elderly woman named Mrs. Harper in a quaint cottage on the edge of town. They were the best of friends, sharing every moment together.

However, Mrs. Harper had grown frail with age, and one cold winter, she peacefully passed away in her sleep. Jany was left alone in the world, her only companion gone. The cottage, once filled with laughter and warmth, now felt empty and silent. Neighbors occasionally dropped by to feed her and check in, but Jany felt the absence of Mrs. Harper keenly.

Today was Jany’s birthday. She had turned twelve, a significant age for a dog, and she longed for the companionship and celebration she once knew. She remembered how Mrs. Harper would always make a fuss over her, baking her a special dog-friendly cake and showering her with love and attention.

As the sun rose on Jany’s birthday, she wandered through the empty house, her paws clicking softly on the wooden floors. The memories of past birthdays danced in her mind, filling her heart with a bittersweet longing. She went to the kitchen, hoping for a familiar smell or a treat left behind, but found nothing.

Determined not to let her spirits sink too low, Jany decided to venture into town. She walked through the village, her tail wagging slightly as she passed by familiar places. The townspeople greeted her kindly, but no one seemed to remember that it was her special day. She watched children playing in the park, couples strolling hand in hand, and shopkeepers busy with their work, but none of them knew that today was her birthday.

Feeling the weight of loneliness, Jany made her way to the village square. She sat near the old fountain, its water frozen into delicate sculptures by the winter chill. The sky was a brilliant blue, but the cold air bit at her fur. She curled up into a small ball, trying to keep warm, and let out a small sigh.

Just as Jany was about to drift into a sad slumber, she felt a gentle touch on her back. Startled, she looked up to see a young girl named Lily, one of Mrs. Harper’s neighbors. Lily had always been fond of Jany and would often come to visit with her mother.

“Happy birthday, Jany,” Lily said softly, her eyes filled with kindness. She had remembered. In her hands, she held a small box wrapped in colorful paper. She placed it in front of Jany and carefully unwrapped it to reveal a homemade dog biscuit shaped like a bone.

Jany’s eyes brightened, and her tail began to wag furiously. Lily laughed and petted her, scratching behind her ears just the way Jany liked. “I know it’s not much, but I wanted you to know that you’re not alone,” Lily whispered.

Lily stayed with Jany for a while, playing with her and talking to her about all the things she had been doing. Other villagers began to notice and came over, bringing small treats and offering pats and belly rubs. Slowly, the square filled with people who cared, turning Jany’s lonely birthday into a warm and heartfelt celebration.

As the sun began to set, the villagers sang a soft birthday song for Jany, their voices blending with the gentle rustle of the evening breeze. Jany felt a warmth spread through her heart, realizing that even though Mrs. Harper was no longer with her, there were still people who cared for her and remembered her.

That night, Jany returned to the cottage, tired but happy. She curled up in her favorite spot by the fireplace, her heart full of love and gratitude. She knew that Mrs. Harper was watching over her, smiling down at the little dog who had found a way to celebrate her birthday, even in the midst of loneliness.