Where we go, you stay. Where we leave, you wait. Love is a place you never leave.
Three quiet signals. None of them about breed. All of them about the way they hold a room.
Not because they are anxious. Because they believe that wherever you are is where the day should be happening.
They love the whole family. But there is one person. There is always one person.
At the door, at the window, at the foot of the stairs. Waiting is not punishment for them. It is part of loving.