9yo Jenny — Dog

And then she felt it—a soft, warm weight against her leg. Not a ghost. Not a dream. Just a feeling, as real as sunshine: I’m still here. I always will be.

“Do you remember when I learned to walk?” Jenny asked. “Mom says I used to hold on to your fur and you’d just stand there, so still, like a fuzzy statue.” 9yo jenny dog

Jenny noticed. She noticed everything.