Fox

When I'm feeling down, I have a special fox. She comes to me as soon as the sun begins to set. I know she'll be waiting for me at the top of a small hill where we often meet.

Her ginger fur glows in the rays of the setting sun, like a small flame. She sits quietly, watching the sunset, and I know she feels the same as I do – the peace and tranquility that this time of day brings.

We just sit together, without saying a word. She rests her muzzle on my lap, and I stroke her soft fur. In those moments, all my worries and sorrows seem to dissolve into thin air. She doesn't ask questions, doesn't try to comfort me with words. She's simply there, and that's enough.

Her presence is a quiet support, a reminder that even in the darkest moments there is room for warmth and peace. She is my little guardian, my personal star, who always waits for me at sunset. And I know that she will always wait for me, as long as the sun continues to set.