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Just My Dog
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 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. He 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.
He's just my dog.
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