Atlas, my steadfast heart,
you didn’t run the fastest or bark the loudest—
but you never left my side when the world was falling apart.
You sat through my storms, head on my knee,
your calm gaze stronger than a thousand words.

When the noise inside me grew too much,
you'd simply lean in.
That was your love language—
silent, solid, unshakable.

Now, Atlas, you are a dog with rainbow strength,
carrying peace where you once carried my grief.
Crossing the rainbow bridge,
you’ve found fields where even the weight of sorrow lifts.

The pet rainbow bridge stretches wide and glowing,
and I see you—tail wagging, eyes kind,
waiting not with urgency,
but with the same patience you showed me
every time I was too broken to speak.

This dog loss is not just pain—
it is reverence,
for the loyalty I was lucky enough to know.

In memory of my dog, I light a candle tonight.
But you, Atlas, light up the stars.
Your spirit is etched into the sky—
an unmovable part of the universe,
until the day I walk that bridge,
and rest, once more, beside you.