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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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