Special: my Finley

I love my Finley.
I love the way he wears a tie when he's planning a surprise dinner,
I love the way he looks like he'd kill the person who caused my tears.
I love the way he'd sacrifice anything to keep me safe or happy (and has).

No other man may lay claim to being as selfless as him.
It's him that answers me when I need help,
him that moves back dinner a few hours so he can "pay back the debt" of me helping him move
by helping me pack my things into boxes, tickling me when I start to frown.

So many other people need to pay me that debt,
and he is the first on my door--
is always the first on my door.

People spend their whole lives searching for somebody like him,
and it's me that found him.
It's me that's holding a perishable gold in my unbattered hands,
one I value and treasure greatly.

People say, 'I want to spend of the rest of my life with him,'
like they have doubts.
I know we aren't perfect, and that things could go wrong
but the more I'm with him, the more I catch glimpses of his smile
despite our growing hardships and developing lives
the more I see that he's there, waiting for me, fighting for me
the more I think that instead of 'I want to'
I should say, 'I will.'

I will give you my forever, Finley--
just because I know you want it,
just because I know it's there.




People are much less fortunate than I,
and I know it.
Sometimes it wounds my heart to know that a good-hearted person with empty pocketbooks,
has less worth than a wealthy man with guilt.

If I were a millionaire,
I wouldn't stay one for long.
I would give my money away--
Cancer, Diabetes, Homeless people, Abused Animals, orphans--
without a single thought, I would do that.

In the end, I'd have a little above average means
but my heart would be gold to my precious and cumbersome world:
I'd have done all I could.



I promise, as soon as I can
I will.










Finley..... my Finley...