When I was fighting cancer and felt completely alone, my dog never left my side. He stayed with me through the pain, the fear, and the long quiet nights. When I was too weak to talk, he listened. When I cried, he comforted me. He was my strength when I had none, and my reason to keep fighting.
February 16, 2026 at 10:35 PM
When I was fighting cancer and felt completely alone, my dog never left my side. He stayed with me through the pain, the fear, and the long quiet nights. When I was too weak to talk, he listened. When I cried, he comforted me. He was my strength when I had none, and my reason to keep fighting.