Happiness Has Four Legs

Happiness doesn't always come wrapped in ribbons, Or arrive with a reason to celebrate. Sometimes, it comes running towards you, With muddy paws and a heart that cannot wait.

It is a furry little ball of mischief, Four legs, a wagging tail, and eyes so true. It doesn't care about your wealth or worries, It only cares that it gets to be with you.

It knows when your smile is hiding sadness, When silence weighs heavier than words. It quietly rests its head upon your lap, And says everything without being heard.

It doesn't ask you to be perfect, It doesn't judge the mistakes you make. It loves you through your darkest mornings, And celebrates you with every little wake.

It teaches you that love needs no language, That loyalty isn't something you proclaim. That the purest hearts sometimes have four paws, And answer to the sweetest of names.

And perhaps the saddest part of loving them Is knowing that time is never on our side. They give us a lifetime of unconditional love, In years that pass far too quickly by.

But while they are here, every ordinary moment Becomes a memory we hold so tight. A sleepy head, a playful bark, a wagging tail, A warm little body curled up for the night.

So if someone asks where happiness lives, Don't point to a mansion, a mountain or the sea. Point to that furry ball with four legs and a tail, Because that's where happiness chooses to be.

And if heaven has a doorway, I hope it has paw prints. Because no heaven could ever be complete Without the ones who taught us What it means to love without conditions. ❤️