By the time we drove home, Biscuit had discovered the joy of new sights, sounds, and the simple thrill of grass beneath his paws. Each small experience seemed to light up his world, stitch by stitch, weaving a life he had never known.
Rescue isn’t just about saving a life—it’s about sharing it. The warmth of a hand, the comfort of a voice, the trust that slowly grows between two beings: these are the gifts that transform both giver and receiver.
Biscuit reminded me that love doesn’t always roar. Sometimes, it whispers in a tail wag, a shy lick, or a soft sigh of contentment. And in listening to those whispers, we find the truest kind of joy.
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