Last night, Other Brother Coon Cat slept on my arm, Dingo Mutt and Fat White Dog were serving as book-ends for my legs, and Errrr dog cuddled next to my feet.
I know what the cat wanted: Food. He made that clear with a dissatisfied “Mrrrr,” the moment my eyes popped open, ready and waiting at the food bowl when I staggered into the kitchen.
The dogs only cuddle up like that when they’re cold or sense danger. It wasn’t cold. What was my first thought when I finally peeled an unwilling body out of bed? “What do they know that I don’t?”
Then, I thought about all the love dogs give to us each day, and this poem wanted to be written.
I will never promise to love you
and leave you when you need my heart the most.
Every day of my life, I show my devotion.
I will never promise to stay by your side,
only to flee when you need my protection.
Humans lie to you, but I cannot betray.
I will never expect you to change for me.
I’m always watching you, trying to obey,
happy for food, love, and a little play.