We don’t even have enough time to love

“We don’t even have enough time to love. There’s no time to fight.”

Those were the words the bride’s father said during my friend’s wedding speech.
It was supposed to be a joyful occasion, but that one sentence made me burst into tears.
The friend sitting next to me gently patted my shaking shoulders.

I didn’t know what to do with the emotions I had been holding in for so long.
The past two weeks had been incredibly difficult for me.

My beloved dog, who has been living with chronic kidney failure and heart disease, had stopped eating altogether.
I knew something was wrong.
Every morning, I tried everything just to get her to eat even a little—chicken breast, eggs, her favorite treats—but she would simply turn his head away.
She wouldn’t even sniff her regular food.

Feeding her became a struggle. It took nearly three hours just to get him through breakfast, and dinner was no different.
I was so worried that I couldn’t sleep.
For almost a month, I would wake up at 1 a.m. and stay awake until morning.
By then, both my body and my mind were completely exhausted.

For the past year, I had put my painting aside to care for her, holding on only to the hope that he would recover.
But I began to wonder if this was the end.

Life begins, and one day it ends—we all know that.
But facing the possibility that that moment might be now… was unbearable.

The past 17 years with my dog played through my mind like a film.
I haven’t even given her all the love I have yet—
If he leaves me now, what am I supposed to do?

Why do we have to live with such limited time?

It’s such an obvious truth, but maybe I believed—
that at least my dog would stay by my side forever.

We should be grateful just for having the ones we love beside us.
There is no time to fight.

I shouldn’t have scolded her for chewing up my favorite leather shoes.

As I write this, it’s April 8, 2026.
I’ve come a little bit out of the sadness.

The numbers that once came back as “unmeasurable” in her blood test have now returned to normal,
and my dog has slowly started to regain his appetite.

I’ve finally been able to sleep again, and with that, the strength to write has come back.
I’m sitting at my desk for the first time in a while.

If she can just continue to recover like this,
I think I would feel nothing but gratitude to God.

If I pray for her healing, will God listen?

I’ve been praying every single day for the past three months without missing a day.

Please…
I just hope a miracle happens for me, too.