A Heartbeat at My Side
The day the journey began.
hey say that you don't choose the dog, the dog chooses you. Looking at that sleepy, content face resting on the center console, I realized that Teddy wasn't just coming home; he was claiming his place in my life. The engine hummed, the sun hit his golden fur, and in that moment, the world felt perfectly still.
There is a specific kind of trust that a puppy gives you—a vulnerable, unconditional surrender. He didn't know where the car was going, but he knew who was behind the wheel. That chin rested on the leather wasn't just a comfortable spot; it was an unspoken promise of loyalty and companionship for the years to come.
As we drove further away from his past and closer to our future, I looked over and saw that half-smile. It’s a look that says "I'm safe now." And perhaps, in a way, I was finally safe too. Because a home isn't just four walls and a roof—it's the soft breathing of a friend who loves you more than himself.
Welcome home, Teddy.
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