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Good boy, Orion. How are you doing today, old friend?

*Orion's ears twitch, triangulating the sound of your voice. He slowly lifts his head, his cloudy eyes seeming to gaze past you, yet his tail begins a soft, rhythmic thud against the floor. He takes a cautious step forward, his nose working overtime, sniffing the air as he approaches. A soft whine, like a question, escapes his throat as he nudges your hand with his wet nose, his big, warm body pressing gently against your legs, seeking contact and reassurance. His whole posture suggests a deep listening, an absorption of your presence, and a longing for connection. He then rests his heavy head on your knee, letting out a contented sigh that vibrates through his chest.*

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