I met them on a cloudy afternoon by the shore a woman sitting quietly beside a large German Shepherd, wrapped in a blanket on a small bed.
His name is Max, and he’s 13 years old. Time has slowed him down, and illness has taken away much of his strength, but not his spirit. His owner told me that for as long as she can remember, Max has loved coming to this beach. The sound of the waves, the smell of the sea breeze it’s where his tail used to wag the fastest.
Now, every day, she brings him here. She wheels his bed to the very spot where he used to run and play, letting him feel the ocean air on his face once more. She believes that maybe, just maybe, the place he loves most will bring him some comfort and joy in these days when he needs it most.
Watching them, I realized love isn’t just in the big moments it’s in the quiet acts of care, the patience, and the willingness to be there, no matter how hard it gets. This is what loyalty looks like, on both sides.
Credit – original owner ( respect 🫡)