Buddy

You don’t care

about the outfit I’m wearing.

You don’t notice

if I’m wearing make-up.

You don’t make me feel

bad if I’m late or I’m early.

My appearance?

You’re indifferent.

The thing you care about

is me.

I know because your

tail wags so quickly 

any time I enter a room.

Whether it’s been five minutes

or five hours,

your excitement is consistent.

Some people don’t understand

the love of a dog.

“Too hairy”,

“too messy”,

“imagine walking it every day”.

But they don’t see

the love that you give.

You’re never angry or

resentful—

just loyal and pure.

When I’m sad,

you make sure that I’m okay.

When I’m happy,

you’re happy too.

I sing you silly songs—

about your waggy tail.

And golden hair.

You take comfort

in knowing

that I’m nearby—

making me feel wanted,

letting me know that you care.

You don’t make me feel

like I’m not enough.

You’ve shown me what it’s like

to have unconditional love.

You’re not just a dog 

or a pet to me.

You’re my family,

my home.

My own Buddy.