The golden retriever puppy arrived on a warm afternoon, all paws and fluff, with ears too big for his head and a tail that wagged like it had its own thoughts. They named him Sunny, partly for his color and partly because of the way he seemed to brighten every room he stumbled into. On his first night, he cried softly, unsure of the new smells and shadows, until a small hand reached into his crate and rested gently on his back. From then on, Sunny decided he wasn’t alone in the world. Sunny grew quickly, but he never lost his clumsy enthusiasm. He chased butterflies he could never catch, carried socks like prized treasures, and greeted every person like a long-lost friend. One autumn morning, he found a boy sitting quietly in the yard, eyes red from tears. Sunny didn’t understand sadness, but he knew how to stay. He curled beside the boy, resting his head on his knee, offering warmth without question. And in that simple, steady way, Sunny became more than a puppy—he became a small, golden piece of comfort in a world that sometimes needed it.