Those Old Corgi Eyes

They stare at me from across the room.

Knowing every step I take.

I am her guiding light.

She looks to me for answers.

The cataracts cloud her gaze.

She can’t see me.

But she knows it’s me.

My presence, my gait, my smell.

She knows every facet of my being.

I am her everything.

And she is my answer.

Chori the Corgi

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