Spirit Dog
I sense food my sense has always been strong
I trust my instincts
I know sorrow when I see it
I run towards my owner as she’s sobbing
I lick her face and sit on her lap
She often turns to me for comfort
I wish I could give her more
I wish I could speak
But all that comes out is a bark
But still she appreciates me
So I guess that’s enough
She kisses my forehead, while hugging me
She asks me questions that I wish I could answer
Instead I just tilt my head because of the confusion
She laughs and gives me compliments
About how I am loyal
How I am a good dog
How she cannot live without me
I am thankful to be in a home where I feel wanted
I remember when I was abused
Abandoned
But she came and rescued me
I did not see the light until she came
I was beat and in bad condition
But she took me into her arms
I am thankful to be alive
To spend my last years with her
I wiggle my tail as she pets me
I fall asleep in her arms
Feeling loved
A feeling I never thought I would feel.
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