Tilly just stood there, happily holding her friend. If all she could do was hug him, she would do that, Tilly would go to any lengths to help Bryn sort himself out after his separation and support him during it.
Tilly gasped as a wet nose pressed against her leg, causing her to jump. Looking down she smiled and stroked the large dogs head, “Hey pretty thing,” she grinned, still stood close to Bryn’s front. A small pout came to Tilly’s lips, “Well we could always go to the park first then come home and have a picnic in front of the fire,” Tilly wondered if her idea would be taken well, she hoped it would be.
Hearing someone calling Bryn from the stables Tilly got Art’s attention, getting him to hold her hand. Feeling Bryn’s fingers wrap around hers Tilly smiled, squeezing his hand back gently in return. “Stay close now Art,” she whispered softly, trying not to interrupt Bryn as he spoke to the vet about his horses.
“Are they all okay?” Tilly asked once the vet began to tidy up his things.