Dogs come into our lives to stay. They don't leave when things get tough, and even when the first rush has passed, they still look at us with that very expression in their eyes. They do so until their last breath.
Maybe because they see us from the beginning for what we really are: flawed, imperfect people. People who nevertheless chose them exactly that way.

A dog decides once for the rest of its life. It doesn't ask itself whether it really wants to grow old with us. It simply does. His love, once we have earned it, is unconditional.

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(Author unknown)