He couldn’t bear to see his paralyzed dog long for the world outside—so this old gentleman built him a stroller, crafted with love, patience, and hope. 🐾💙
Each walk became more than a routine—it was a promise kept, a bond honored, a reminder that joy doesn’t need legs to thrive.
In the quiet turning of those wheels, we see it clearly: love isn’t measured in what’s lost, but in what we choose to create.
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