I just adopted him.
He walked out of the shelter clinging to his torn little toy โ the only piece of comfort he had left.
He hasnโt let go of it. Not yet. Because heโs still scared.
Because his past is written in the way he curls up tightly and flinches at sudden sounds.
Sometimes he shakes. Sometimes he hides.
But when he rests his head on my lap, he whispers without words: โPleaseโฆ let this be my forever.โ
And I promise him:
It is.
Youโll never be alone again.
From now on, youโll sleep safely,
with toys, peace, love โ
and me. ๐ถ๐งธ๐ค