superfluous

I've been thinking about it a lot. And I've come to the conclusion that I don't matter to you, one way or another. I am superfluous.

How frustrating. And utterly incomprehensible.

How could I be superfluous? I am awesome. I go on long walks on the beach with you. I buy you stuffed animals and sweets when you are feeling blue. I let you have all the blankets when it's cold at night. My life revolves around you.

And yet, ever since I bought you that heat dish, all I am to you is the being that plugs in the heater.

dumb dog...