When my car
Pulls in the drive.
So glad to see me
She can’t contain her joy.
Warm brown eyes seek out my own.
She follows me into the house,
Lies at my feet – asks only for love
And the occasional treat after tricks.
Asleep beside my bed, then bounding
Up at the sound of the alarm
Eager for outdoors, patrols
The boundaries of her world.
Anxious at jingling keys,
Knowing I will leave,
Be gone all day
And then I am
Every morning when I leave, Shelby and my beloved husband see me off. I see them in my rearview mirror as I drive away. When I return at the end of the day, they greet me so affectionately. That makes the leaving hard and the return joyous. Like them, I cannot wait for that moment of homecoming, the simple joy of seeing the love in their eyes, and knowing I am responsible for the happiness on their faces.
My grandpa told me once “If you ever meet someone who is always as glad to see you as your dog – marry them”. Good advice.