
09/21/2025
I found him under the overpass — trembling, silent.
No growls, no cries. Just a body shaking.
I sat on the ground nearby and stayed with him.
Day one, he ran off.
Day two, he stayed.
Day three, he took a piece of chicken from my hand.
By day five, his nose rested gently on my knee.
I didn’t speak. I just cried.
I never learned his real name. I call him “my guy,” and he answers.
He sleeps outside my bedroom door, walks with me to the market, and yesterday — for the first time — he licked my face while I was taking a selfie.
I never imagined a single lick could say so much. 🥹🙏🌹