There’s something to be said for the silent ways pets fill you with love, but I know not what that is nor how to say it. There’s this way my dog makes me feel with her love, as if I have, in all of my brokenness and failings, done something worthwhile. A creature so innocent and dear desires my presence, and it is so pure and honest a desire - told not through words but through her presence, her head on my knee as I work on the computer, her warmth curled against me as I read in my bed, her great effort in limping up the stairs so that she is not away from me for the minute I take to use the restroom. There is a joy that comes from an animal’s love, a unique feeling that is so wonderful and confounding. What have I done to deserve such devotion? I know not. There is something to be said for the way a pet envokes such feelings, but I know not what it is nor how to say it.