He came into my life when I didn’t even know I needed saving.
Tiny, trembling, and full of wonder, he curled into my lap like he belonged there all along.
I gave him a name, a home, and food…

But he gave me something so much deeper—unwavering love, loyalty, and the kind of companionship that fills the silence when words can’t.

Over the years, he became my routine.
He’s the one I say good morning to.
He’s the reason I rush home.
He’s been there when life broke me and when life lifted me.
He’s been my therapy when I didn’t ask for one, my protector when no one else noticed, and my best friend when I felt most alone.

And now… he’s sick.
Really sick.

The spark in his eyes has dimmed, his steps are slower, and his breaths feel heavy.
The vet tried to smile while explaining medications and options, but I could see it in their eyes—this is serious.

I held him in my arms last night.
His small body curled tightly into mine, just like when he was a puppy.
But this time, his body trembled with exhaustion, not excitement.
And I whispered through tears, “Please don’t leave me yet.”

It’s the kind of pain only people who’ve truly loved a dog will understand.
It’s not “just a pet.”
It’s not “you can get another one.”
This is family. This is the heartbeat that followed mine for years.
This is the one who gave me everything, and asked for nothing in return.

So today, I’m not asking for donations, likes, or attention.
I’m simply asking for a healing prayer.
A moment of your time. A whisper of kindness. A little hope from your heart to his.

Because I believe in the energy of love.
I believe that even strangers can send light.
I believe that this world is still full of people who care—and that your prayer, your love, might just make a difference.

Please…
If you’ve ever loved and lost,
If you’ve ever felt the warmth of a paw on your lap or the comfort of a wet nose against your cheek,
If you know what it means to be someone’s whole world—
Send a prayer for my boy.

He’s still fighting.
And so am I.