My Rock

You have always been filled with love, warmth and the ability to change anybody's mood. Those deep brown eyes, thick neck, big head, whiskers and lips that tickle with every touch. Your little childish acts, the ones that seem bratty at times, I love them. 

And I know that even on my worst of days, you will be there for me. With that thick neck to hold me, and catch my tears. Those brown eyes that taught me how to see beauty in the world. That big thick head of yours that you press against my chest when you know I'm upset. Those tickling whiskers and lips of yours that make those little bites on my hip or any of your other childish acts more bearable. 

Even though you may be thick headed, and more stubborn than a mule, I will always love you. Just as you love me. My Streaker. My horse. My rock. 

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