It’s been a helluva day.
You’re exhausted, work was 💩, you just realized you’ve immediately gotta do something you really don’t want to, your car’s making a sound you know’s not good… the world’s piling on. But then you come home, walk to the door…
… boom: excited borks, frenzied paw steps tapping inside…
Smile overcomes, inner warmth surges, anticipation spikes, you open the door…
… and there they are: goodest of doggos.
Your return sparks a manic joy so fierce it powers wags that shake their body to dance. They literally collapse-in on themselves in desperate efforts to be near you. They’ve missed you to the point of joygasm.
No judgment. No games. No bullshit. Just pure, real love.
You take a moment, wishing you could enjoy anything that much and basking in the refreshment of their presence. Suddenly, almost magically, your day’s better.
It’s so much good at once: soothing, gratifying, centering, enlivening.
You’re their world. Their sun, moon, stars and sky. Everything.
You’re their hooman.
You feel it most curled up with them at night. In your PJs, the day done, in that golden hour where you don’t have to do anything but be. Their head nuzzled in your lap, time standing still as you pet-n’-cuddle their eyes closed, when suddenly they exhale that dramatically-contented sigh letting you know all’s right in the world.
And in those moments, it is.
TOTALLY NAILED IT