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A
Poem
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." - Gene Hill
