Timmy

I wake up and Timmy is there beside me.
He always waits for me, on the bed, to get back from school.
Timmy's eyes are beetle black, fur is chocolate brown and he is as friendly as can be.
Timmy protects me in me in my dreams guarding me every step.
His brown fluffy fur warms me when I am cold and his glinty eyes reassure me that I am O.K.
He never complains when I throw him around unlike my brother.
My Timmy is a superhero, SuperTimmy he is called.
He lost his arm in a fight but is still whole to me.
Timmy watches T.V. and reads books with me but never gets bored.
He never tells me to stop being annoying but joins in instead.
I dress him up in small clothing to make him ... SIR TIMMOTHY.
Timmy is always a good friend who can make me laugh when I am sad.
I know I can always whisper secrets to Timmy and he'll never tell.
People think he is old and manky with straggly fur but I'll never think of him that way.
Timmy's company always makes me smile and giggle.
He loves to play and laugh especially when I am there.
Timmy sits near the window watching the street for me to get home.
I love to read him his favorite books and he reads me mine.
I LOVE MY TIMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!