We are never apart long and when he isn't with me, I do not feel whole. We wake up together, do farm chores together, and I have never spent more than a handful of hours away from him. He is the single more solid part of my life. If anyone ever did anything to hurt this dog I would be in prison for what happens next.
We are such a pairing that he goes with me everywhere—not just around the farm and town, but everywhere. He sleeps in the lobby of my Tae kwon Do School. He came to court tonight with me over a traffic ticket. He is known at my bank, hardware store, bookstore and pretty much any place that I can bring him into. He is asleep beside me right now as I type. We share a bed, a farm, and many meals - driving in our dented pickup around Veryork. I know this is a tired phrase but this dog is my best friend, my favorite person, my shoulder to cry on, my kitchen dancing partner, my bedtime story and morning light. To some of you that may sound sad. It isn't.
Gibson, I love you. I love you right now and I have loved you every day of your life.
I know some people don't like dogs, never want to own a dog, or care about them much at all. I feel like I have more in common with Bonobos than those people. I can't think of a sadder way to live in this world than living it so alone. It is a relationship born out of common progress. We are pack animals that hunt by daylight. The oldest partnership our species know. How lucky am I to know this animal? May I be lucky for many, many, more years.
They aren't angels. They're far better.