Ode to the Unwanted Shelter Dog

 

Please hold me in your arms
And let me lick your face
For you see tomorrow,
Iíll be leaving this awful place.

They say I had my chance,
My time has thus run out.
You did not find me soon enough
Of my fate there is no doubt.


They say there is a better place
And Iíll be going there soon.
I hope there is some loving arms
To wrap around my wounds.

But until that very moment
While Iím standing at the edge
Please just hold me closely
Ďtil Iíve crossed that peaceful Bridge.

Carol Sacher

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