(...)"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. 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.
(...) 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 is just my dog by Gene Hill
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