The Love of a Puppy
The fate of that puppy was unknown,
Just a little love was all she need shown.
I walked through the shelter that day,
Not really knowing what I would see or say.
Every little puppy had his or her very own story,
But there they sat and stared up at you in all their glory.
I could hear the little whimpering and cries,
So when I looked at each one, it brought tears to my eyes.
If only I could save just one or two,
Here they all sat, now the question was who?
My oh my what a big decision that day,
On who was going home and who was to stay?
Suddenly, I stopped with a glee in my eye,
Oh how beautiful she was, “ She’s got to be mine,” I said with a sigh.
The day I brought her home to stay,
She put more happiness in my heart than words can say.
Here sat this eight week old puppy, we named Sasha Lynn,
Not until later did we know how just how many hearts she would win.
She is a tough little gal, with a bushy little tail and sweet little face,
If given a chance, she would show how grateful with a lick on the chin and a sweet
embrace.
The love of this puppy has saved my life,
And showed me what a puppy’s love is, even in strife.
There is nothing like a puppies love and devotion,
So next time your near a shelter, take a notion, make a motion,
And Adopt The Love Of a Puppy!
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