My sweet dog is very sick right now, and my heart is heavy. 
Watching someone you love struggle, especially when they can’t speak, is a pain like no other.

He doesn’t understand what’s happening — but he trusts me.
He looks at me with those tired eyes, and I see love… and the will to keep going.

I’m staying strong — for him.
Because he’s always been strong for me.
In my darkest days, he was there. Tail wagging, head resting on my lap, heart full of loyalty.
Now it’s my turn to be his strength, his voice, and his comfort.

He’s a fighter.
He may have one eye, a few scars, and a fragile body —
but his spirit is still fierce and full of life. 
He’s teaching me more about courage than I ever thought possible.

Please… if you’re reading this, send him love.
Send prayers. Send healing energy, even if just a small thought.
Every bit of kindness means more than you know.

Every moment I get to hold him is a gift.
And no matter what happens, he will always be my hero.
Because love like this doesn’t fade. It lives on — in paw prints left on our hearts.