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 more than a thousand times over that I am her reason for being– by the way she rests against my leg, by the way she thumps her tail at my smallest smile– by the way she shows her hurt when I leave without taking to her. (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 the 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…wherever…in case I need her, and I expect I will, as I always have.
Who is she?– She’s just–MY DOG!
R.Marton
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