I am the rock star of her world. She watches my every move. She dogs my every step.
I trip over her in the dark of night. She never complains.
I keep her bowls filled with food and water. I walk her when she needs relief.
She gifts me each day with enough hair to assemble a coat of the finest golden fur.
I talk to her incessantly. She understands. Understands enough to sit quietly until the chatter stops; then drifts easily off to sleep.
When I am gone from the house she lies at the front door, anxiously awaiting my return. Day and night.
Her devotion knows no bounds.
She's more than a pet.
So how do I tell her I don't want all of that hair?