Honestly…
He lives for me.
He watches for me.
He is dejected when I’m not around.
He howls when I leave and he can’t go.
He wants to crawl in my lap and snuggle.
He knows I can find that *spot*.
He has me wrapped around his paw.
His fourth birthday was last week, and I didn’t even bake him a cake, but he loves me anyway!
He is my “Rimrock Lone Firelight of Shepherd’s Way”…
aka “Lucas”…
“bringer of light”…
So always…
“on those long, long nights by the lone firelight, while the huskies ’round in a ring, howl out their woes to the homeless snows”…
he will be there for me…
my English shadow.
Happy Late Birthday, Lucas!
Find me here!
