As I spent time writing this evening, my fur-wonder stayed by my side.
When I had some things to finish before bed, my fur-wonder stayed by my side.
When I told my fur-wonder to go to bed, she did – for a hot second. Then she came back out to the hall to see what I was up to and why I was taking so long.
The guilt.
When I walked into my bedroom, there she was, sitting on the rug in front of the master bathroom sink, waiting for me.
Every night, no matter how exhausted she is, she sits or lays by my feet while I wash my face and brush my teeth. She will not get into the bed until I do. Even when she casts a questioning or judgmental glance, she waits for me.
The loyalty. The love. The devotion.
Yes – she is fickle, moody and temperamental. But she is faithful and committed.
The love a dog – there is nothing more genuine and true.
