You return home and collapse onto the sofa. Without waiting for a call, it climbs up on its own. You say nothing; neither does it.

A tribute to healing companionship—dedicated to those silent nights. Dedicated to the anxiety that finally unravels thanks to a ball of warmth pressed against your chest. Dedicated to the sorrow slowly soothed away, step by step, by a gentle paw. Dedicated to the one that healed you—not through earth-shattering gestures, but simply by being there, quietly and steadfastly.