Not just the hound that sleeps at my side throughout the night,
Watching me breathe and snuggling for reassurance.
Who sits at my feet.
Who waits at the door.
Who cherishes my company.
Welcoming me home.
The man who has been here, through thick and thin.
By my side.
In sickness and in health.
Who continues to hold my hand.
Reaches out for my caress,
Listens to my words,
Allays my fears,
And strokes my hair as he wraps me in his embrace.
Ever loving, even when I am difficult to love.
And am I to them as they are to me?
Loyal, fighting their cause to the death.
Arguing their point and mine.
Protecting them from harm.
There for them when they need me,
Or even when they don’t.
A family unit, bonded by all that we are and loyal to the last.