The size of her heart 

The color of her fur 

The way she lights up a room.

On the outside she isn’t all that perfect…

Bent tail

Big Paws

Broken  ACL

But that’s not what I see.

I see the beaming, bold, blissful eyes

Hopping through the snow in the field.

The two fluffy beds stacked as a cloud

For her to sleep on.

Though we tried to get her a friend,

It scratched, bit, and barked at her. 

The new “friend” wasn’t “perfect” like our Golden.

She is the best we could have asked for, all by herself.

Swinging low to the ground, her wagging tail greets me.

Despite hectic moments, quiet as a mouse, she is there.

The perfect dog hasn’t won the most shows or collected the most toys, 

It’s the dog with the biggest heart

It’s the dog with golden fur 

It’s the dog that is 

There 

For 

You.