I woke up on my birthday feeling invisible. The house was quiet, and no one seemed to notice me—not even a belly rub or treat. Disappointed, I wandered into the yard and lay beneath the oak tree, thinking maybe birthdays weren’t special.
Then a breeze rustled the leaves, and I noticed a glowing, star-shaped pendant with a tag:
“Happy Birthday, dear pup. Tonight, the stars will shine just for you.”
Hope sparked in me. As night fell, a star appeared, guiding me with a glowing path. I followed it through the yard and woods, finding little surprises along the way—treats, toys, even a scarf.
The trail ended at a clearing lit with stars and lights. My humans and doggy friends were there, waiting with a magical party—cake, toys, and love.
I had felt forgotten, but I was truly cherished. My birthday had been written in the stars.