In quiet steps upon the floor,
In bright-eyed waits beside the door,
In every wag that sweeps the air—
A dog’s true heart is beating there.
No weather chills, no distance parts;
He guards the corners of our hearts.
A shadow soft, a constant guide,
A little soul that stays beside.
He asks for nothing—just your hand,
A place to lie, a place to stand.
Yet gives you more than you could say:
A thousand lifetimes in a day.
For in his gaze, so warm and wide,
Lives trust he never tries to hide.
A love that never turns to roam—
A loyal heart that calls you home.
Therapy Bits 
Talk to me! I love comments!