From the day I adopted him, he has always been there, faithful, attentive, like he knew I had a mission: to take care of me. No matter where I go or what I do, he’s always behind me, watching me with that serious, almost protective look.
Today as I try to fix this bookshelf, I feel her gaze upon me. Then, gently, he places his paws on my leg, as if he wants to give me stability, to prevent me from falling. He doesn’t say anything—well, in his own way—but his gesture is clear: Be careful, human, I’m here for you.
Can’t help but to smile. This dog is not just a companion, it’s my shadow, my guardian angel. Maybe he knows that without him, I’d be a lot more clumsy, a lot more reckless. So he takes his role very seriously.
And I’m just grateful that I have someone who, without words, shows me every day that I’m never alone.