One by one, they pass my cage,A little old dog, arthritic with age.Way past his prime, can’t run and can’t play.They shake their heads slowly and go on their way.
I once had a home, I once had a bed,A place that was warm, and where I was fed.Now my muzzle is gray, 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.
When I had come to the end of my rope,You looked at my face, and I finally had hope.Your saw thru the gray, and the legs bent 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 me low,You love me so dearly, you want me to know.
I may have lived most of my life with another,But you outshine them all 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 tears.And when the time comes that God deems 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 then I will brag to all who will hear,Of the person who made my last days so dear.
– Unknown
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