Love, Pride, and Joy

Soft golden fur with swirls of orange

Basking in the warm summers glow

He tosses and rolls on the raggy carpet

Until his fur is no longer smooth

His fur as soft as fleece

And he nuzzles my neck

The feeling of love and caring emerges me

And his little head burrowing into the ness of my hair

His voices like the high pitch strum of a violin

As he announces what he’s feeling, it echoes, never ending

And when he hums, it’s like a thousand angels playing their harps

It’s so magnificent in its way, it’s almost impossible to describe

When he relives himself, it doesn’t smell like flowers and sunshine

It has a very fowl smell, one that will make you cry

But even though the smell is death, I don’t mind it

But I do not care for this, for he is my love, pride, and joy