Answer:
small land in water.
Without me everyone would lose their head.
I belong to you but others use me more often than you do
I am one with eight to spare, lest I lose my one. I'm not a number. What am I?
What is the word that even in plain sight remains hidden?
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk