Unconditional Love

One of the bad things about having Rheumatoid Arthritis is that it can sneak up and kick you in the ass at anytime like a summer thunderstorm. Since it is just me and Molly now we have to look out for each other. I was sitting in my easy chair this afternoon trying to find some kind of relief from the pain and I noticed Molly had crawled up on the bed and crawled over beside and she stretched out on the pillow and was laying there looking at me with the utmost concern on her face. That was a look of unconditional love and that is the essence of man's best friend.