Letters I Never Sent | To My Furry Baby

To the one who curls up beside me when the world gets too loud..

You don’t know my history. You’ve never asked for explanations.

But somehow, you always know when I need softness.

There are days when I feel too much, or not enough.

Days when I sit in silence, tired of being strong, tired of being soft.

And then you come find me.

With your quiet little presence and slow-blinking eyes, you remind me that love can be this simple.

This gentle.

This constant.

You don’t know what I’m healing from.

But you sit with me while I do.

You follow me from room to room like I’m the only thing that matters.

And maybe to you—I am.

But to me?

You’re home.

I don’t say this enough:

But I thank God for you.

Thank you for choosing me.

Thank you for staying close.

Thank you for loving me in the quietest, most unconditional way.

You saved me in ways you’ll never understand.