
23/09/2025
I was old and alone when I thought that maybe a dog could fill the silence of my days.
One afternoon I found him on the street, dirty and hungry. I reached out my hand, and to my surprise, he followed me without hesitation. That was the moment we became family.
Now he is mine, and I am his. I speak to him, and though he has no words, he answers with licks on my hands as if to say, *I understand*.
Sometimes I tell him, “Fido, tomorrow we may not have much to eat. The pension is gone, and we’ll have to wait.” He listens quietly, but when that day finally arrives and I walk with the other retirees to collect what little we have, Fido shakes with joy. He knows that tonight our meal will be a little fuller, a little warmer.
Winter comes, the house is cold, no fire burns, but he curls against me and gives me the warmth of life itself. Then spring arrives, and together we greet the sun with gratitude. From my heart, one simple prayer rises: *Thank you, Lord, for creating the dog.* 🐾❤️