27/02/2026
The hardest part of rescue isn’t the wounds… it’s the goodbye. The guilt of not being able to save you will stay with me forever. 🐾🤍
It’s been 14 days but I was not able to gather the courage to post this…💔
And here is a poem written by a girl who lives next door. Biscuit used to visit her daily to get his share of love…on 13th around 14:30 also he went till her gate but she was in the coaching at that time…biscuit returned to rest under my car. He might have got some intuition who knows…
“For Biscuit”
Biscuit waited at my gate,
Like the evening knew his name.
Golden eyes on the quiet street,
Every day — the same, the same.
He wasn’t tied, he wasn’t told,
He simply chose to stay.
Through dusty afternoons and sunsets,
He’d watch for me each day.
I didn’t know that on his last,
He came to see me twice.
Maybe he hoped I’d step outside,
Maybe love doesn’t need advice.
Oh Biscuit, little street-born soul,
With paws that knew my way —
If I could turn one clock back now,
I’d run to you that day.
But maybe you already knew,
Before the sky grew dim,
That someone behind that metal gate
Was always looking out for him.
Now when I pass that empty spot,
The silence feels too loud.
But somewhere beyond these city lights,
I hope you’re running proud.
And if there’s a heaven for loyal hearts,
It must have open gates —
Where no one ever says goodbye,
And love just waits… and waits.