On the shoreline, I saw her with Max — a 13-year-old German Shepherd, wrapped in a blanket, lying quietly on a movable bed. Once he raced through the surf; now she brings him back each day, so he can feel the wind, smell the salt, and hear the waves he once chased.
It wasn’t about grand gestures. It was about loyalty, devotion, and love that refuses to let go — even when all that’s left is presence.
That’s what true love looks like: carrying the ones we cherish, even when they can no longer walk beside us.
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