A Soft Path Through Pet Care
In the quiet hours of evening light,
When orders blur into the rhythm of night,
I wander through the simple tasks I do—
Tracking needs, tracking love, and always tracking you.
Even the digital trails feel warm somehow,
As I click through memories of past orders now,
Opening chewy my account like a familiar door,
Where every pet moment I’ve managed before
waits in tidy rows of comfort and care—
a history of devotion sitting right there.
And still, through all the routines I pursue,
There’s a gentle guide shining steady and true:
the path that leads me where kindness flows freely.
Each reorder, each click, each moment I choose,
Feels like one more promise I refuse to lose.
For pets live softly in the heart’s own space,
And every well-kept order becomes a trace
of the love that binds us, paws to soul—
a quiet story I long to keep whole.
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