She follows me like sunlight slipping through every doorway, small paws spelling out a promise the world can’t quiet.
Where I go, she goes—tail like a heartbeat, eyes full of trust that outshines any storm I’ve ever known.
Love, in her language, isn’t loud.
It’s the sigh beside my chair, the warmth pressed against my ankle, the steady truth that someone, somewhere, has decided I am her home.
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Thank you for being my friend. I really like the picture of the Chiluaha. We have two dogs. We have a long hair Akita. We have a half German Shepherd. I hope you are having a good day. How are you doing? What is going on this week?
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