Gibbs had never Changed

I talk to him when I'm lonesome like;
And I'm sure he understands.
When he looks at me so attentively,
And gently licks my hands;
Then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes,
But I never say naught thereat.
For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes,
But never a friend like that.

W. Dayton Wedgefarth

Dogs will always come with a problem here and there that in the moment we tend to see as the only thing that they bring into our lives. Humans will overlook the happiness and joy that the dog also brings into their lives. In that moment we take the dog for granted and that's when we forget that that the dog will never get mad at you for the wrong you have done to them. We can always fix what the dog ruined but we can't always fix the emotional trauma it causes the dog. There will always be a replacement to the thing that is ruined but there won't be anything that can come anywhere near replacing the dog. 

This poem had me thinking about how much Gibbs has changed from the time I started to observe him to now, but Gibbs had never changed. The only thing that changed was my whole perspective and understanding of Gibbs. He was always just the family dog to me that I love and care for. He's so much more than that. I always thought that it was only me observing him but in reality he was observing me too. I'd tell Gibbs all my problems and in the process would break down in front of him. That's when he would comfort me. He made me feel like even with all the problems I'm going through that him not being there would never be one of them. It felt amazing to know that there was one thing on this planet that would never leave your side intentionally. Gibbs would lick me until those tears went away and I had a smile on my face. Gibbs knew me better than my brothers knew me. He'd know when I was sad, mad, upset, happy, and even when I just needed his presence. There were times I'd get mad at Gibbs for being out of control and I would yell at him. I never knew that yelling at him affects him dramatically. He wouldn't come anywhere near me for a while and even then he would be cautious when I was around. I couldn't change the way he was feeling; he wouldn't let me change the way he was feeling. In that moment I knew that I can change the way he acts by training him not to act that way but I couldn't change the way that I reacted and I can't change the way he's feeling.