Little Familiar

God knew the world had teeth, so He made love with paws. Dogs-and this little kirin-fawn-come from different worlds, but carry the same cure: stay close, love loud, fight nothing but loneliness. Tiny healers, grief-thieves, pressure-breakers, storm-stoppers. They don’t ask for crowns; they win us with eyes, paws, patience, and play. One waits by the door, one blooms from a dream, both whisper without words: come home to joy. Some angels don’t wear wings; they look at you until your whole heart remembers how to smile again.!!

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