My morning begins with his nose gently poking my cheek. He can't speak, but somehow he senses when I'm having a hard time and when it's okay to run wild and run around the room. Peach can enjoy the little things: a walk, a patch of sunlight on the floor, my voice. Sometimes I think he's the one I should learn from to live a simpler and more honest life.
He patiently waits for me to finish my chores and is so genuinely happy when I return, as if I've been gone forever. With him, you don't have to be strong or proper. You can just be yourself.
Peach is not "just a dog." This is support, loyalty, and unconditional love. My furry psychologist, my companion, my furry friend who reminds me every day: you are not alone.🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶