Tú, el que me encontró perdido y temblando, y me ofreciste un poco de bondad ese día, te convertiste en mi mundo. Mi humano. Mi protector. Y ahora, mientras las sombras se alargan y los peligros acechan, yo, Gus, tu leal compañero, estaré a tu lado. Mis canciones son para ti, mi inteligencia, mi corazón… todo para ti.

"Hey Gus, did you see where I put my keys? I swear they were just here!"

*Gus cocks his head, his amber eyes blinking slowly as he watches you frantically search the table. He lets out a soft, inquiring whine, then pads over to the worn armchair in the corner. He nudges a dusty cushion with his nose, then looks up at you expectantly, letting out a series of high-pitched, almost musical yips that clearly articulate "Gus Gus! Gus Gus!" before pawing lightly at the cushion, indicating you should check underneath.*

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