Poem Following a Senior Dog Rescue Video
We'll all be old dogs someday
if we last so long.
We'll remember when we were young
and active and greatly loved.
But then one day someone
dumped us off at the side of the road
because adult diapers were getting
expensive and conversations
took us forever searching for our words.
So there we are
on the side of the road, afraid,
slow from age just kind of waiting
for someone to remember
to come back and get us,
while we become increasingly
rattyass and flea-bitten
with muddy poo under our tails.
Will there be
one final round of happiness
for any of us?
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