• 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 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...
    henever...wherever--in case I need him.
    And I expect I will--as I always have.


    He is just my dog.