My Senior Rescue Dog Is My Soulmate

Sometimes I think my dog rescued me, not the other way around. He showed up at my door, a scruffy stray with trust issues and a heart way too big for his tiny body. Fifteen years later, he’s still here—grayer, slower, but somehow even more loving. He flinched at my touch at first, but now he’s the king of morning greetings, wobbling over with his lopsided grin and those ridiculous crinkled ears. He’s survived a rough past, but you’d never know it from the way he looks at me—like I’m the only person in the world. I tell people about him all the time, but I get it—everyone thinks their pet is special. But this dog? He’s my best friend, my therapist, my shadow. When he’s gone, I know I’ll still feel him beside me. That’s just what best friends do. #RescueDog #SeniorPets #PetLove #Pets