He lies quietly on the cold grass, his body heavy, his heart even heavier.
No sound comes out, but his eyes tell everything—pain, fear, and a question no one can answer.
Dogs don’t cry with words.
They cry with silence.
With eyes that search for comfort.
With a heart that still hopes someone will notice.
He doesn’t ask for much.
Just a gentle touch.
Just someone to stay.
Just to know he’s not alone in his pain.
And even while crying, he still trusts.
Because that’s what makes him pure…
and what breaks the heart the most. 💔🐾
