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Del Rey has a minion!

Cletus the Marmadoodle

Del Rey
Legacy Name: Del Rey

The

Harvest Yaherra
Owner: Faune

Age: 12 years, 11 months, 2 weeks

Born: August 18th, 2013

Adopted: 1 year, 2 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: May 24th, 2025

This pet has been nominated for the Pet Spotlight!

Statistics

Level: 66
Strength: 144
Defense: 13
Speed: 10
Health: 13
HP: 13/13
Intelligence: 105
Books Read: 100
Food Eaten: 2
Toys Played: 0
Job: Professional Lab Cleaner

His is a gentle love.

It doesn't shove.
It doesn't yell.
It doesn't beg to be seen.

It is soft.
Like a precious flame,
held carefully in your hands.
His warmth spreads,
from the point of contact,
from the thundering whisper of
"I love you"
until you are filled with his glowing light.

It is easy to find,
if you care to look.
Easy to hear,
if you care to listen.

It is carried on rolling thunder,
when I am where he goes for comfort and safety.

It cheers and smiles in his popping up from a nap at the opening of the door.
He trots on quick feet,
a tail sweeping large, fast arches,
circling above a wiggling rump.
Bright eyes and a sense of happy expectation.

It reaches out in the vibrations of his snoring,
as he slumbers against me,
and the beating thumps of a tail that greets me when I enter the room.

His love is a gentle love.
It is a trust and a faithfulness.
It is beautiful, and full of grace and resilience.

I love this love,
and even more,
I love this dog who does this loving.

He's always been my dog.
Before he was home.
Before we had met.

He's always been my dog,
And I've always been his.

He is a creature unique to himself.
Independent and wholly complete on his own.

He is Sirius, twinkling white on a vast dark blue.
He is Argos, haven chosen to devote himself to someone and offering them undeserved faithfulness.
He is Dodger, trotting to his own drum and fending for himself just fine.
He is like an ancient blueprint, a patient, wise, self-reliant, and secure being.
He is dog like I have never known,
and he inspires within me a powerful respect and awe.

When I walk with him along the brush, I walk beside a mutual.
His sense of self is palpable.
No one owns him.
No one commands him.
He seeks no approval.
He knows his creator, and carries a wisdom that only the two of them understand.
He makes his own decisions.

And I will never have the right words to express the overwhelming gratitude that one of those decisions was to be mine, and to allow me to be his.

Credits
Profile template by Lea
Overlay Art by Keshi
Profile Art by Ozo
Story by Faune
BG by Billy Huynh on Unsplash