**Han’s Last Birthday Wish**
Say happy birthday to me today, because it might be my last birthday. My name is Han, and I am a dog who has lived a long, adventurous life. But now, as I lie here, feeling the weight of sickness and age pressing down on me, I know my time is running out.
I used to be strong and full of energy, chasing balls and running through fields with my beloved family. We shared many joyful moments, and they took good care of me. But as the years passed, my body grew weaker, and my health began to fade. My family did their best to comfort me, but deep down, I could sense their sadness.
Today is my birthday, and it feels different from any other. The once vibrant and playful spirit within me is now tired and worn out. I can feel the end drawing near, and I want to cherish every remaining moment. I want to hear the words “Happy Birthday,” to feel the love one more time before I go.
The morning sunlight filters through the window, casting a warm glow on my resting place. My family surrounds me, their faces filled with both love and sorrow. They know, just as I do, that this might be my last birthday. They pet me gently, whispering sweet words and memories of our time together.
“Happy birthday, Han,” my human mom says softly, her voice trembling with emotion. She holds a small piece of my favorite treat, offering it to me with a trembling hand. I take it slowly, savoring the taste, knowing it might be the last time I experience such simple joy.
My human dad kneels beside me, his eyes wet with unshed tears. “You’ve been the best friend we could ever ask for,” he says, his voice breaking. “We love you, Han.”
Their words fill my heart with warmth, and for a moment, the pain and weariness fade away. I am surrounded by love, and it makes me feel alive, even in my frail state. My little human sister gently hugs me, her small arms wrapping around my tired body. “Happy birthday, Han,” she whispers, her innocence and love bringing a tear to my eye.
As the day goes on, my family stays by my side, sharing stories and laughter. They celebrate my life, making this day as special as it can be. I feel their love enveloping me, giving me the strength to endure a little longer.
As the sun sets, casting a golden hue over everything, I feel a deep sense of peace. My family gathers close, their presence comforting me in my final moments. I close my eyes, taking in the sounds of their voices, the feeling of their touch, and the love that surrounds me.
“Happy birthday, Han,” they say together, their voices a chorus of love and farewell.
With those words, I let go, knowing that I am cherished and loved. I may be leaving this world, but I leave with a heart full of gratitude and a soul filled with the warmth of my family’s love. Today, on my last birthday, I am not alone. And that is the greatest gift of all.
