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My dog is old

My dog is old.

She lays with me.

When mom isn't home.

I hear her little breaths.

Look at her birth white fur

As the only sign of her aging,

are her eyes always bored.

I once feared all of her own

dispissed her teeth,

dispissed her eyes,

dispissed when she went to me

with all her might.

It's different now than before.

I put my hand in her teeth,

I look her straight in the eyes

and if she chases at me,

there's no surprise.

Her nails have grown

her love is bold,

and she has showed me that dogs

are not that bad after all.

But as we walk by the trees,

each leaf falling like every year

she stops more,

more and more,

and doesn't run as far

as she once enjoyed to go

I love her more than anyone

my one child of delight

but love can't blind me

from the years going by.

I play with her

just like every year,

swinging her blue ball on the air

watching her little head stear

But there is no tought

that makes me forget

not even in the most lovely walks

as her tail shakes proudly

and her black eyes stare

that as the leaves are falling

my dog is getting old

and I'm still a little kid

not wanting to let go

messing around with human designs >:3

metamy!! he's getting dolled up

idk who to do last lol

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hey did you know: Melon

Your Highness, stop teasing that poor man.

I only read the first part of chainsawman in the past but recently came across with THAT PANEL. Should I read the second one or is it not worth it? I'm curious

chikorita slander❌chikorita propaganda✅✅✅

I just wanted to share some official Alolan art for the UB/Necrozma-themed GO Fest today 😁

It's getting colder out here and I just know that these two are the best uncles

🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

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I Am Saja – A Mother Holding On Through the Return of War

My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t

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From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude