She should have turned seven on February 27. I first held her when she was only two days old, so fragile, yet already so full of life. From that moment, we were bound together — two souls walking the same path.

💔 She endured more than most ever should: distemper, poisoning, wild animal attacks. Each time, she fought her way back, proving she was stronger than the world expected. But when distemper left her with lasting neurological issues, she could no longer live outside. For nearly five precious years, she became my constant shadow indoors, my comfort, my joy, my home.

❤️ She was never “just a rescue.” She was my soulmate, my strength, my heartbeat. The bond we shared cannot be measured in words — only in the quiet moments, the glances, the unspoken love.

🌙 On her final night, she curled up on my chest, as she had done countless times before. By morning, she lifted her head, looked into my eyes, kissed my chin with one last lick… then took a few gentle breaths and slipped away.

✨ I am lost without her, yet forever grateful for the gift of her love. She taught me resilience, trust, and the kind of bond that survives even death. She may be gone from my arms, but she will live in my heart — always. 🕊️💞