My little friend, you’re there by my side when times are complicated, or just when there’s no will to leave the bed and start the day. You’ve grown in me, little fella. You have brought pure joy! Maybe that is the only reason why you were made and gifted to me, so: task accomplished, Aussie. Thank you for listening to all my jabber, goals, hopes, and dreams, although those ears don’t work as well. You know what I mean, and I’m sure you’re glad of this.
You cannot speak, but you somehow give me comfort. You cannot feel, but I hug and hold on tight to you every night. You cannot smile, but I smile for you every time just by looking at you. For now, you’re the only one I go to bed with every night and the only one that wakes up beside me every morning.
We have not been friends for long, but you’ve become a dear companion. If you could talk, I’d let you call me “naive” for thinking we’ll be friends for long, but I strongly believe this could be potentially true. If you behave and endure, you could even be passed down and continue being a “little companion”.
If you could listen and understand, I’d tell you “hold on tight because the ride will be long”, at least, that is what I foresee.
I’ll be kind to you, always.