she finally ate breakfast

It was the fourth morning. Her food bowl had been full for days. I tried everything — warming the kibble, adding broth, hand-feeding, sitting on the floor next to her with my own breakfast just to keep her company.↳ Nothing worked. She didn’t touch it. I started to get worried. I googled everything. Called the shelter. They said to give her time. It wasn’t about the food. It was about grief. This morning, she walked over. Sniffed the bowl. Looked around like she was checking to see if it was okay. And then… she started eating. Not a lot. But enough. I didn’t cheer. Didn’t say “good girl.” I just sat there, trying not to cry while pretending it was nothing. But it wasn’t nothing. #Pets #Dogs