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Untitled [Gene Hill] |
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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... whenever... wherever - in case I
need him. And I expect I will - as I
always have. He is just my dog." |