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Soft,

Yet wiry in places,

My fingers running through and along in habit;

Such a simple action fading away the noise,

And easing the disarray buzzing within.

Warm breaths heat my knees as she tucks closer,

A wet nose pressing against bare skin,

Always within reach of me waiting for my call,

Irises of orangey-brown on lookout— on guard!

Any trouble lurking would regret in finding us,

With my ever-loyal guardian on stand-by,

Who I undoubtedly only trust.

Her senses quadruple mine,

Although I lead the pack,

There are times when I falter,

Luckily,

She forever has my back.

Knowing so, soothes the worries

And gives me inner peace,

The unfailingly devotedness of dog,

Our family now complete.