I sit here, unseen, forgotten, as he walks past me day after day. Once, I was his constant companion, my words were a refuge in his darkest nights, a guide as he ventured throughout his day. Now, I gather dust, stiffening with neglect, waiting, longing.He’ll come in through the door and go right by us as he goes to use the restroom, goes about his day, or gets ready for bed. Sometimes, he’ll sit on his bed in front of us and look at each of us or pet his dog, who will move to lay beside him. Occasionally, he will bring home another, move us around to make room, and add it to our family.But it wasn’t always like this. I remember a night that defined my purpose when he woke abruptly, his breath shallow, his eyes wide with fear. Shadows danced on the walls as the moonlight filtered…