being.
Loki didn’t need words to tell me something was wrong. She saw what I refused to see, and she stood her ground when I didn’t. She taught me that love isn’t just soft and gentle — sometimes, it’s fierce. It protects. It refuses to stay silent.
If you’re lucky enough to be loved by an animal like that, cherish it. Because that kind of love doesn’t just fill your home — it saves it.
Now, when my son runs into Loki’s open paws, I see more than a boy and his
