Just My Dog
She's just my dog.
She is my other eyes that can see above the clouds, my other ears that hear above the winds.
She has told me a thousand times over that I am her reason for being - by the way she rests against my leg, the way she thumps her tail at the smallest smile, and how she shows her hurt when I leave. (I think it makes her sick with worry when she is not along to care for me.)
When I am wrong, she is delighted to forgive.
When I am angry, she clowns to make me smile.
When I am happy, she is joy unbounded.
When I am a fool, she ignores it.
When I succeed, she brags.
Without her, I am only another person.
With her, I am all powerful.
She has taught me the meaning of devotion is loyalty itself.
With her, I know secret comfort and a private peace.
She has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant.
Her head on my knee can heal my human hurts.
Her presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things.
She has promised to wait for me ... whenever ... in case I need her, and I expect I will, as I always have.
Who is she? She's just ... my dog.
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I love this. It made me miss my doggy. My cat only loves me when it's food time or sleep time.
Posted by: Chebrutta | January 28, 2009 at 06:53 PM