12/03/2025
What "Place" should feel like
The clinking of keys, the sigh of a long day closing – these are the signals I wait for. My human is home, and the art of being "off-duty" can begin. For them, it might mean kicking shoes off, sprawling on the sofa, scrolling through a glowing rectangle. For me? It’s simpler, deeper.
My internal bells ring. Patrol duty, chase-the-squirrel alerts, bark-at-the-mailman directives – all are temporarily suspended. Now, my mission is presence. I nudge a warm hand, offer a soft head-rest on a lap, or curl tightly at their feet, a furry anchor. The gentle rhythm of their breathing becomes my meditation. The scent of their skin, a familiar, comforting hymn.
I don't need a specific spot to find my peace. The sunbeam by the window is nice, the plush dog bed is good, but they are just backdrops. My true sanctuary isn't a place on the floor or a patch of grass. It’s the soft rise and fall of their chest, the absentminded stroke behind my ears, the quiet hum of their voice as they talk to themselves or the TV. This is my Zen Zone.
It’s where I shed the watchful guardian, the playful jester, the eager student. I am simply me, perfectly content, perfectly at ease. Because my Zen Zone isn't a destination; it's a person. And my Zen Zone is always, irrevocably, gloriously, where you are.
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