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!!
