a puppy named Loki

In a sunlit backyard, a puppy named Loki can be seen vigorously chewing a bright yellow tennis ball, his joyful tail wagging at lightning speed. He spent countless afternoons playing fetch with his best friend Max, their laughter intertwined with the sound of paws thudding against green grass. As time flowed, the days turned into years, and Loki grew older, his once boundless energy now replaced with a tender limp down a picturesque autumn trail.
One early evening, Max knelt beside Loki, offering him a cheeseburger, tears glistening as he whispered, 'Good boy...' Loki’s love-filled gaze spoke volumes, moments of connection transcending time.
As they sat together, memories flooded back; every wag of that tail, every affectionate nuzzle leaving an indelible mark on Max's heart. Their journey together continued, love conquering the passage of time, reminding us that some souls leave pawprints forever.