She is my other eyes that can see above the clouds;
my other ears that hear above the winds.
She is the part of me that can reach out into the sea.
She has told me a thousand times over that I am her reason for being:
She has told me a thousand times over that I am her reason for being:
by the way she rests against my leg;
by the way she thumps her tail at my smallest smile;
by the way she shows her hurt when I leave without taking her with me. (I think it makes her sick with worry when she is not along to care for me.)
When I am wrong, she is delighted to forgive.
When I am wrong, she is delighted to forgive.
When I am angry, she clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, she is joy unbounded.
When I am a fool, she ignores it. When I succeed, she brags.
Without her, I am only another woman. With her, I am all-powerful.
She is loyalty itself. She has taught me the meaning of devotion.
With her, I know a secret comfort and a private peace.
She has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant.
Her head on my knee can heal my human hurts.
Her presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things.