The Pound dog... from the heart, Heather. As we drive up to the pound.. I see you look up.. you stand up.. looking, straining.. is this their car??!!.. You sometimes wag your tail, and for a brief moment.. for a second.. you think we are your people, coming to get you.. You are so excited! Then the crushing sadness when you see.. we are not them.. and you slump.. your head drops, and you look downwards.. not interested really in these strangers.. hey, I say.. hey.. look at me.. cmon.. hey fella, who are you then? You start to raise your head, I speak softly, trying to win you over.. maybe.. okay, maybe you will look at me.. hi gorgeous.. I see the sadness in your eyes.. every time.. I gently open the gate.. you look at me again, a little surprised.. I step into your small pen, and stand there, watching you.. You make a slow and tentative move towards me, and I reach out to you.. I see your tail slowly wag.. youre ok now.. good dog, thats the way.. I gently run my hands down your thin body, telling you what a good dog you are, and I feel the breeze from your tail now swaying to and fro.. I smile.. Ok kiddo, lets get you out of here.. and THAT moment.. that VERY moment when I gently slip the lead over your head, that moment when I tell you its ok, you can come with me now.. that moment when Greg holds the gate open and we walk out together..you and I.. is hard to put into words, the true feelings, the emotion, that goes hand in hand.. because you always look up at me now.. you look at me, and your eyes dont look quite as sad as before.. Your new life starts this day... welcome..
Posted on: Fri, 23 Jan 2015 10:31:38 +0000
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