Today was one of the hardest days. Watching you go into surgery, my heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces. The waiting room was a blur of silence and worry, every minute stretching into an eternity. I kept replaying your little face in my mind, that sweet, trusting look you always give me, and I prayed with all my heart that you would be okay.

And you are.

Now, you’re home. You’re resting, tired but safe. Your little body is marked with stitches, a physical reminder of the battle you just fought. It hurts my soul to see you in pain, to see you so still, so unlike your usual bouncy, mischievous self. But I know that these marks are not a symbol of your weakness; they are a badge of your strength. They are the first steps on the road to healing.

You are a fighter in silence, a warrior in fur. You may not be able to talk, but your bravery speaks volumes. You faced something terrifying, and you did it with grace and trust. You still curl up beside me, your paw resting gently on my hand, your heart full of the same unconditional love it’s always had.

To my whole world, my little shadow, my best friend: I am sending you all the love and strength in the universe for a smooth recovery. Each day, we’ll take it slow. We’ll heal together. I’ll be right here, by your side, for every quiet moment and every wobbly step.

You may be stitched and sore, but you are still everything to me. Thank you for being the strongest girl I know. We got this. ❤️

With all my love, Your Human