He’s not much to look at, but he’s mine. He’s happy to just be with me, and seldom requires me to entertain him. Oh, I don’t mean to say that he doesn’t enjoy a good conversation, because he really does. And he always listens to me when I speak, which is something of a rarity in my life.
When I stumble out of bed in the morning looking like something the cat dragged in, he still looks at me with love in his eyes. Unconditional love is a wonderful gift, one I’d never known until I met him.
He is unfailingly loyal. That’s the best part. “We’re in this together, “ he says, “till death do us part.” I worry that I don’t deserve him, but that doesn’t matter, because he thinks I do.
I look up from my book, and smile at him, sitting on the other end of the couch. He smiles back, and slides down and gives me a big kiss. Laughing, I wrap my arms around the big dog, and kiss him back. “We’re in this together,” I say.
This was written for Theme Thursday. This week's theme is Pets.