I couldn’t leave him behind, and he wouldn’t let go of my leg.
The bread was stolen, yet he became my closest friend. Every day, he would greet me at the door with a wagging tail, and when I sat down, he would gently rest his head on my lap. Without saying a word, he offered comfort and companionship, filling my life with warmth and trust. His presence…
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