He's just my dog. He
is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears
that hear above the winds.
He has told me more
than a thousand times over that I am his reason for being -- by
the way he rests against my leg, by the way he thumps his tail
at my smallest smile, by the way he shows his hurt when I leave
without taking him. (I think it makes him sick with worry when
he is not along to care for me).
When I am wrong, he
is delighted to forgive.
When I am angry he clowns to make me smile.
When I am happy, he is joy unbounded.
When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without
him, I am only another person. With him, I am all powerful.
He has taught me the
meaning of devotion is loyalty itself. With him, I know the secret
comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where
before I was ignorant. His head on my knee can heal my human hurts.
His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark
and unknown things.
He has promised to wait
for me ... whenever ... wherever ... in case I need him, and I expect
I will, as I always have.
Who is he? -- He's just --
MY DOG!
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