What home means to me

When I see my dog O'Reilly after a long day, when he rubs his warm fur against me, I feel his hot breath when we're playing with each other. When I'm eating my dinner and he's under the table begging, I hear him wagging his tail when it's time to go to bed. When I get home I see him in the window after a long day. He's rubbing his fur against me when I try to get in the door. That feeling that can't be the same without him. I sat on the couch and he put his chin on me. When he needs attention and he's running around I have to get up and start playing with him. I feel his hot breath. When I'm eating dinner and he's under the table begging for a piece, I give him one and my parents give me a smirk. When I hear him wagging his tail at bedtime, he jumps up in my bed and lays by my feet. I fall asleep and he's always there every morning. Home isn't just four walls and a roof, to me, it's my family and O’Reilly.