In that moment, the floodgates opened, and I broke down completely. I clung to him, my tears soaking into his fur. The note I had been writing no longer seemed important. With a trembling hand, I crumpled it up and tossed it aside, overwhelmed by the love and concern of my furry companion.
Exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster, I decided to go to bed. Usually, my dog would sleep down by my legs, content with his usual spot. But that night was different. He stayed close to me, snuggling up by my face, his presence a comforting reminder that I was not alone. He didn’t move the entire night, his steady breathing and warm body a soothing balm for my aching heart. For the first time in a long while, I felt a glimmer of hope, thanks to the unwavering love of my loyal friend.
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