The Puppy

The puppy’s eyes were huge and sad. His tail a drum did beat within my head. His whimper a sound from which I could not part. His posture defeated struck upon my heart. His expectations high. His whimpers slow. Within his cage he lays submissively low. I could not walk away when invited in by eyes so bright. I reached low to scratch his ears and touch his head so light. Upon my hand he did drool, as his tongue did lick to know. Then he held me in his mouth so tight as not to let me go. A connection felt, a gentle hand, a belly rub a treat. I knew to hold him close- my heart made whole again would beat. Forever mine whispered in my ear. I could not let him go. Unconditional love to feel- I could not look away, so Our heart beat once- then twice again in unison unique. Without a doubt- one way to go- my heart does tightly seek. I know to take him home- my life would be so sweet. One dog has died. Now another found. My life continues still. New hopes and dreams- to home we go as life proclaims its’ fill. But his friend sits shivering, as we prepare to leave. My heart grows suddenly still. To look, to see, my heart to believe One is good, but two is best- two hearts my love can shield. Toward my home we turn again- three hearts to joyfully yield. Once a house- now a home we will successfully build. So if a shelter you do pass, stop a moment to see… Perhaps a loved one waits inside, if a loving home you have a need...