One of a kind

I look down and see my dog lay so peacefully on my satin soft
bed.
I call him softly amd he looks up.
I pat him on the head gently and he returns it with a lick on my
hand.
His white as snoe curly fur falls slightly over his eyes.
He is my best friend.
I can tell him all my secrets and know he won't tell a soul.
A car passes the gate, lighting the area around it. He looks up aware
of any danger.
He then looks up at me and lays his head on my foot.
He is indeed one of a kind.