My Leo

Leo
Leo didn’t bark much. He didn’t need to.
His eyes spoke first—steady, watchful, full of a quiet courage that made people pause.
Every morning, Leo sat by the gate before it opened, tail still, ears alert, as if guarding the day itself. He wasn’t just a dog; he was the keeper of small routines—the sound of footsteps returning home, the scent of familiar hands, the unspoken promise that no one here was ever alone.
When storms came, Leo moved closer, pressing his warm body against trembling legs, teaching bravery without a single word. When laughter filled the house, he lay nearby, content to be part of the moment without asking for attention.
One evening, as the sun sank low and painted the sky gold, Leo stood tall beside his owner. In that light, he looked exactly like his name—calm, strong, and loyal like a lion at rest.
Leo didn’t need a crown.
Love was his kingdom, and he ruled it perfectly. 🐾🦁