I have a constant companion, her name is Jess. She will be 5 years old in August - in people years that's 35!She is totally black except for her blue eyes, with a little dark brown (from her Mom) around her muzzle and I adore her.
She is my dog yes, but much more than that. Since the death of my husband (who named her) she has been the beating heart I come home to each time, the eyes I see every morning are hers, she talks to me in her own fashion and I her; in fact we are the best of friends and she really is a 'constant' in my life.
I come home from a trip to the shop perhaps and I'm greeted with such gusto it must have felt like 2 weeks for her.
Nothing makes her happier than running for her ball in our yard over and over and over >>>>
This little dog has been my saving grace over the past lonely months and I wish she understood me when I tell her so.
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