I found him on the streets, dirty and hungry. I felt compassion for him, touched him, and he followed me without fear.
Now he is my [pet] dog, and I am the owner of him.
I talk to him, he answers me by washing my hands.
“Fido, tomorrow we have nothing to eat, retirement is over, we have to wait!”.
That blessed day finally arrives, lining up with the other retirees, the libretto shattered by time, tight in my hands. I wait my turn. Fido shakes happily.
He knows that we will eat more and better today.
It’s already winter. My house is cold without fire. He’s there, keeping me warm. The beginning of spring unites us in gratitude to the sun, while a prayer is born from my heart: “Thank you, God, for creating a dog.” 🐾🕊️💞
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