I’m home.
Four legs, a tail, and a nose
A ball of emotion in fur
Just asking to be fed
And a place on the bed
My daily little betrayals – forgiven as always
The joy of an arrival
and the heartbreak of a journey not taken
Their dedication to being there,
only matched by their confusion at a closed door
Their incomprehension when the routine changes
It’s their house, I’m the tenant
I’m the help
But I also play god
And there is worship in their eyes
I’m just trying to be the person my dogs think I am.
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