He visits me every night while I am fast asleep, maybe to just check that I am resting well. He wags his tail at the faintest hint of smile on my face, he plays goofy when he has done something wrong so that I am not mad at him. He rests his face on my feet and snores while I work from home on Wednesdays. He sulks but doesn't complain when I get ready to leave for work on other days, swings and sways when I return home to him in the evening. He runs amok in the small apartment from kitchen to the guest room, guest room to my room and then back to the kitchen again to declare his happiness. He keeps himself busy chewing on furniture and the carpet while I am occupied. At times he just wanders by, rests his head on my chest and looks at me, as though to say "It's all gonna turn out just right..", while I sleep on the couch and think about what life has in store. He has licked my tears and been my comrade. In the years that he has brightened up my life, we have had our time, we have had our pain, we have had our victories and we take down life one day at a time. Fido and I.