So true

                     I found this piece of writing.

      It was written by a man named Gene Hill. he obviously loves his dog as much as I love Midnight.-------

He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; 

my other ears that hear above the winds. 

He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. 

He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being; by the way he rests against my leg; by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. (I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.)

When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive.

When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags.

Without him, I am only another man. With him, I am all-powerful. He is loyalty itself.

He has taught me the meaning of devotion. With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. 

He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant.

His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. 

His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things.

He has promised to wait for me... whenever... wherever—in case I need him. And I expect I will—as I always have.

                         He is just my dog.

                Middi is all those thing, and more.
                      He is not "just my dog",
    He is sometimes my reason for getting up in the morning!  
 

                                  
                                      And I LOVE him.