A silence settled thick inside the room,
Heavy as the years I held alone,
Where every shadow stretched into a gloom,
And fear had built a quiet house of stone.
Then softly came the sound of quiet paws,
A gentle breathing settling on the floor,
No demands, no expectations, and no laws,
Just a steady presence near the door.
I did not have to speak or explain the ache,
Or hide the jagged pieces of my mind,
He only rested near for comfort\'s sake,
The simplest kind of grace that I could find.
A warm and solid weight against my side,
A quiet heartbeat pulling down the storm,
In that slow rhythm, terror starts to subside,
And cold, long-empty corners start to warm.
No distant drops to quench a burning thirst,
Just living warmth that anchors where I stand—
To teach a weary heart that safety comes first,
And peace can arrive on four soft feet in hand.