Here’s to them.
My guardians of being. Of existing in this moment.
Awareness of the sacredness of now … We are together. Now. You are home. Now. You are petting me. Now.
My guardians of living. Of never taking a moment for granted.
Your hands are free, pet me. You’re sitting on a stoop, I am as close to you as possible. You are gone, I will sleep. You are home, I am happy.
My guardians of loving. Of acceptance and tolerance.
You’re brushing my tail, I don’t like it. I will tolerate it. He is your friend? He is my friend too.
My guardians of play. Of making messes.
I will spill my water bowl on my way into the house. I am excited. I will chew this stick for no real reason. I will make going to the front door an Olympic sport.
My guardians.
I will protect you. I will alert you to every rabbit that gets too close to your home. I will draw boundaries for the chickens not to cross. I will hunt the mice that keep you awake at night. I will sleep beside you. I will devote my eyes and ears to your wellbeing. I will follow you everywhere. You will never pee alone.
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