Little RueRue will sit at the gate and wait and wait for me. Rain, freezing rain, snow, hot or cold – she waits…she can get in the house through the doggie door, but she always waits for me.
Her loyalty is unwavering, a silent promise that she holds dear. Each time I pull into the driveway, her tail wags with a joy that melts the chill of the evening air. The world may be dark and foggy, but her eyes shine with an unyielding light, a beacon of love that cuts through the gloom.
I often wonder what goes through her mind as she sits there, patiently watching the path for my return. Does she dream of our adventures together? The endless walks in the park, the moments of play that fill our days with laughter? Or is it simply the comfort of knowing that I will always come back to her?
As I approach the gate, the weight of the day lifts, replaced by the warmth of her presence. RueRue barks softly, her excitement palpable, and I can’t help but smile. In her eyes, I see not just a pet, but a companion who understands the essence of waiting and the joy of reunion.
When I finally open the gate, she rushes to me, leaping with delight, as if to say, “I knew you’d come back!” In that moment, I realize that it’s not just me who waits—it’s the bond we share, a love that transcends time and space. Together, we step into the warmth of our home, where the world outside fades away, and all that remains is the comfort of each other’s presence.