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Courtney Casey

🌙 she walked over, and she stayed

It was just another Tuesday evening. I was sitting on the floor, nursing a cup of tea, mindlessly scrolling through my phone. Grace was on her blanket across the room, quiet as usual, just watching me. Nothing out of the ordinary.↳ Then I heard it — the faint sound of her nails clicking on the hardwood floor. Slow, careful steps. I froze. My heart started racing without me even realizing why. She was coming closer. Closer than she ever had before. I didn’t dare to look up or move. I was scared she might change her mind and run back. When she finally reached me, she rested her chin gently on my knee. Just for a few seconds. It felt like the smallest, most fragile gift I’d ever received. In that moment, I couldn’t hold back the flood of emotions — relief, hope, and something like happiness all wrapped into one. I wanted to cry but didn’t want to scare her away. So I stayed still, letting her decide how long to stay. She didn’t pull away. She didn’t run off. She stayed. For the first time since she came into my life, Grace chose me. And honestly, it felt like the first time I could breathe again. Like maybe, just maybe, we were going to be okay. #Pets #Dogs

🌙 she walked over, and she stayed
Courtney Casey

the shelter didn’t tell me she cried at night

They said she was quiet. They didn’t say she cried at night. Not barking. Crying. It was so soft, I didn’t realize what I was hearing at first — a kind of whimper that didn’t even sound like a dog. More like something breaking very slowly. I brought Grace home on a Thursday. She’s a 5-year-old Golden Retriever. Her owner had passed away and she was surrendered to the shelter. She didn’t eat. Didn’t drink. Didn’t look at me. She just curled up under my table and didn’t move. At 2:13 AM, I woke up to that sound. I thought it was the pipes. Then I realized it was her. I lay down on the cold floor next to her, didn’t try to pet her. Just whispered, “It’s okay, baby. You’re safe now. You’re home.” She didn’t respond. But she didn’t move away either. We just lay there for maybe an hour. I was trying to prove I wouldn’t leave. She was trying to decide if she could believe that. #Pets #Dogs

the shelter didn’t tell me she cried at night
Lisa Gibson

he refused to go outside because of a stare

Yesterday, a dog passing by gave Kevin a quick, sideways glance. Just a look. Nothing more. But today? Kevin refused to step outside. I opened the door and called his name softly. He sat by the threshold, ears down, eyes flickering nervously. The usual excited tail wag was gone. It’s hard not to smile when your tough little Frenchie suddenly turns into a shy kid afraid of a look. I crouched beside him and whispered, “It’s okay, buddy. No one’s gonna stare today.” He blinked once, slow and steady, but didn’t move. Eventually, I had to carry him out—protests and all. And you know what? The moment he was outside, he forgot all about that stare. He started chasing a leaf like nothing had happened. That fragile little heart of his? I wouldn’t change a thing. #Pets #Dogs #SensitivePup

he refused to go outside because of a stare