Who rescued who?
Last night, Lana did the sweetest thing. With her dad at work, it was just the two of us, and as usual, she lay next to me on the bed, on her back, dreaming. If you know Lana, you know how she loves to kick her little legs as though she's running in her dreams. It's such a natural thing for her, full of energy even when asleep. But then, something a bit unexpected happened.
In the middle of her dream, maybe I wasn't visible to her, or maybe she sensed something unfamiliar. She woke up suddenly, still half-asleep, and let out a little cry. Without missing a beat, she immediately came to me, her body a little heavy on my chest as she curled up tightly. It was such a simple yet profound gesture, one that reminded me of the tiny, flea-covered puppy we first rescued — so small and unsure of the world, but with so much love to give.
She’s not as little as she once was, and I could feel her weight on me more than ever. But it didn’t matter. In that moment, she was my baby again. I gently cradled her, just as I did when we first brought her home, and we fell asleep together.
There’s something so incredibly beautiful about these quiet, unspoken connections. The love I feel for Lana grows every single day, and moments like these are reminders of the bond we’ve formed. She’s not just my dog; she’s my little companion, my comfort, my joy. Even in her sleep, she teaches me how to love deeper.
I’ve fallen in love with her every day since we first met, and each day feels like a new chance to appreciate her in all her beautiful, quirky ways.

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