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Edited on Sat Dec-27-08 01:04 PM by WillieW
Senior Love by Leslie Whalen
One by one, they pass by my cage they say "too worn, too broken, too old of age. Way past his time, he can't run and play" Then they shake their heads and go on their way.
A little old man, arthritic and sore, it seems I am not wanted anymore. I once had a home, I once had a bed, a place that was warm and where I was fed.
Now my muzzle is grey and my eyes slowly fail. Who wants a dog so old and so frail? My family decided I didn't belong, I got in their way, my attitude was wrong.
Whatever excuse they made in their head, can't justify how they left me for dead. Now I sit in this cage, where day after day, the younger dogs get adopted away.
When I had almost come to the end of my rope, you saw my face, and I finally had hope. You saw through the grey and the legs bend with age,and felt I still had life beyond this cage.
You took me home, gave me food and a bed and shared your own pillow with my poor tired head. We snuggle and play and you talk to be low. You love me so dearly, you want me to know.
I may have lived my life with another, but you outshine them with a love so much stronger.
And I promise to return all the love I can give, to you, my dear person, as long as I live.
I may be with you for a week or for years, we will share many smiles, you will no doubt shed some tears.
And when the time comes that I must leave, I know you will cry and your heart, it will grieve.
And when I arrive at the Bridge all brand new, my thoughts and my heart will still be with you. And when I will brag to all who will hear, of the person who made my last days so dear. __________________
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