There’s a quiet in the house now — the kind that settles deep, not because of silence, but because of worry. My dog, my best friend, is sick. And every hour feels like I’m holding my breath, just hoping for a little more time, a little more strength from the one who’s always given me his all.

He’s not just a pet. He’s been my shadow, my comfort, my laughter on days when I couldn’t find joy anywhere else. When the world felt too heavy, he’d curl up beside me and make it feel a little lighter. He never asked for much. Just love. And he gave it in ways that words never could.

Now, he’s the one who needs help. He sleeps longer than he plays. He eats less than he used to. And sometimes, he looks at me with those tired, gentle eyes, as if to say, “I’m trying. I promise I’m trying.”

And my heart cracks a little more each time.

I sit with him now more than ever. I stroke his fur, whisper soft things, and try not to cry. Because he still wags his tail. Still leans his head against my hand. Still shows me that love doesn’t give up easily.

So I won’t give up either.

Please, if you’re reading this, send a healing thought his way. Just a small prayer. Because he deserves the world. And all I want… is a little more time with mine.