Peering out, he sees me stride away,
He doesn’t cry or whimper, merely stares,
wide-eyed and droopy-eared, he bids me stay
without a word, he knows that I’m aware.
Alas, I scurry off to market square,
With tasks and shopping lists (suburban churn),
He’ll have no concept of how long I’m there,
Yet he’ll sit all alone, ’til I return.
Day by day and year by year I’ve learned,
It matters not how often or how long
I’m gone, his loyalty I’ve somehow earned,
He beats me to the door with joyful song.
There is no doubt, how much he truly misses
me, “She’s back”, he says with puppy kisses.