He does not speak, yet hearts respond,
To gentle eyes, to love beyond.
A golden soul with steady grace,
He meets the broken face to face.
No judgment passed, no words to say,
Just presence in the hardest day.
A silent oath in every paw
To cradle pain and soften raw.
The patient weeps, the world too loud,
But in that hush, beneath the shroud,
A warmth arrives on four soft feet,
Where grief and grace in stillness meet.
He listens with a heart so wide,
It draws the ache from deep inside.
And in that moment, low and small,
The broken one begins to fall
Not into darkness, but into care,
For something holy lingers there.
Not just a dog, but love made known
A quiet light when we feel alone.
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