Perhaps dogs are the most loyal animals to their owners.
And Lucky is the clearest proof of that.
Lucky was heartbroken to be separated from his owner—the one who called his name every morning, who fed him, who allowed him to lie close to him in the rain and wind. Now, that person lay silently on a cold stretcher, about to leave Lucky forever.
When he realized his owner had been in a critical accident, unlikely to survive, Lucky was sad and panicked. He didn’t understand what was happening, only that the man before him was in pain, groaning. Lucky lay on his owner’s chest, pressing his small body against him, as if wanting to transfer his last bit of warmth.
Lucky couldn’t do anything more.
He couldn’t call for an ambulance, couldn’t offer words of comfort.
All he could do was stay by his side—with all his loyal heart.
The day Lucky learned of its owner’s death, everything seemed to collapse. The familiar world suddenly became empty and cold. Lucky lay on the coffin, whimpering, as if offering a final farewell to the one it loved most.
On the day of the funeral, Lucky silently followed along with its family. No one told it what to do, no one led it, but it still walked—because its owner was walking that path.
And every evening afterward, Lucky would quietly return to the coffin.
It lay quietly beside it, curled up tightly, a habit that had remained unchanged for years.
Perhaps Lucky was still waiting.
Waiting for a familiar touch.
Waiting for a loving call.
Because for Lucky,
its owner had never left—
it just hadn’t returned yet.