07/11/2025
They found her lying in the grass, clutching the same pink flowers she used to chase as a puppy.
Her name was Luna.
For 16 years, she brought sunshine into a life that had forgotten how to feel warm.
She was there the day Emma lost her baby.
When Emma came home from the hospital, empty-handed and hollow, it was Luna who curled up at her feet and didn’t leave her side. Not for hours. Not for days. Not even to eat.
Luna understood what no one else could: grief doesn’t need words. It just needs presence.
Over the years, they grew older together.
Emma’s hair faded from auburn to silver.
Luna’s muzzle turned gray.
They spent every evening in the same garden — the one Emma’s daughter would’ve played in.
Instead, Luna ran through it, laid in it, and filled it with love.
But one morning, Luna didn’t follow Emma outside.
Emma found her already in the grass, resting peacefully in a patch of sunlight.
Her eyes were closed. Her breathing was still.
And nestled between her paws were the pink wildflowers Emma had placed on her collar just the day before.
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Emma collapsed beside her, whispering through tears:
“Thank you for staying. I would’ve never survived without you.”
She held her like she once imagined holding her child — with the kind of love that doesn’t die, even when the heartbeat does.
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And that day, the sun didn’t just set on a dog.
It set on a soul that had already saved another.
