My day was tough,
so I was just excited to get home.
My therapist is right on schedule.
I walk into the room and sit on a chair.
I see Lucy, my golden retriever, and
she smiles at me.
She looks at me excitedly,
like she wants to hear everything.
She leans forward
and crosses her arms on her desk.

The light turned to dark,
she understood what was going on,
intently listening to every little thing I said.
As she sat in her chair,
she looked at me with deep caring brown eyes.
I know nothing I say to her
will ever be repeated to another soul.

The session came to an end as I finished talking.
She had me think about what I said and what I wanted.
I feel so much better. 
she knows all my secrets and feelings.
I walk over to her and I pet her for a while.
My baby Lu will always be there for me,
and will always listen to what I have to say.