This morning, Grace followed me into the kitchen while I made breakfast. Not for the food—though I’m sure she wouldn’t mind a bite of toast— but just to sit there, quietly watching. Sometimes I forget how simple her presence feels. I brewed my coffee, the room was still, and her tail gently thumped against the floor, slow and steady. When I finally sat down, she placed her chin on my knee, and it was the best “good morning” I could’ve asked for. #Pets #Dogs #GoldenRetriever