JUST MY DOG
He is my other eyes that can see above
the clouds;
my other ears that hear above
the winds.
He is the part of me that can
reach out into the sea.
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 man.
With him,I am all-powerful.
He is loyalty itself.
He has taught me the meaning of devotion.
With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace.
He has brought me understandingwhere 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...when ever...wherever--in case I need him.
And I expect I will--as I always have.
He is just my dog.
Copyright Gene Hill. All rights reserved.
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