05/03/2026
Some prayers don’t need a voice…
they’re felt in the silence, when memories get loud.
Dear God,
if You’re near my little angel tonight,
gently kiss their forehead for me—
and let them know it’s still my love reaching them.
Because love didn’t stop when they left…
it just learned how to travel farther.
And if you’re missing your furry angel tonight…
someone out there feels it the same way you do. 🤍
