When I hear your car pull in the driveway, I jump up and search for my baby or my ball. I wait for you at the back door, tail wagging.
I don’t surrender the ball because that is not the point. The point is that I’m so happy you’re home, I am celebrating your arrival with a toy, that I will keep.
I know that no matter how thankless or crappy or stressful your day has been, you can’t help but smile at the sight of me.
I can see your face and your body soften. I think you must be awfully stiff when you’re away from me.
You and my other people will take turns burying your faces in my fur, whispering things you don’t tell the others.
My fur has absorbed a lot of tears. And laughter.
I’m meant to be with you my whole life. I only wish it were longer.
I make everything better.
God sure was smart when he made me.