Remembering the Quiet Dog

When I was younger, this dog was always there. It didn’t talk. It didn’t move much.

But somehow… it listened. On the days everything felt loud, it was quiet with

me. On the nights I couldn’t sleep, it stayed. Years passed,

and life moved on. But I wondered what it would look like… if it felt the same as it did back then.

So I asked AI to bring that feeling back. Not to replace it —

but to remember it. And when I saw it again, I realized something.

Some things aren’t important because they’re real. They’re important because of how they

made us feel