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An Old Dog’s Poem

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I read this poem from the web and don’t know who to give credit for this wonderfully written poem about an aged dog in the shelter and being given a new lease in life. It is close to home base as it pulls my heart string because I also have a dog. Her name is Millie. I adopted her from a family who could not take her back to the UK.

I was not even the first in the list for those who wanted to take Millie. But as luck would have it (but I credit it to fate and God’s providence), the previous owners of Millie called me to say the rest backed out and asked if I still want Millie. That phone call sealed the deal for me and Millie. She is ours.

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Millie is also an old dog now. I reckon, she is around 9 or 10 already and her features are slowly showing those sign but I still pray that we’ll have her for many, many years more because she is already a part of the family and she’s already won our hearts 1 million times over.

This poem is very beautiful. If all shelter dogs can talk and share what they feel for being adopted and being given a second chance in life, I am sure this is what they will say:

One by One, they pass by my cage,
Too old, too worn, too broken, no way.
Way past his time, he can’t run and play.
Then they shake their heads slowly and go on their way.

A little old man, arthritic and sore,
It seems I am not wanted anymore.
I once had a home, I once had a bed,
A place that was warm, and where I was fed.
Now my muzzle is gray, and my eyes slowly fail.
Who wants a dog so old and so frail?

My family decided I didn’t belong,
I got in their way, my attitude was wrong.
Whatever excuse they made in their head,
Can’t justify how they left me for dead.
Now I sit in this cage, where day after day,
The younger dogs get adopted away.

When I had almost come to the end of my rope,
You saw my face, and I finally had hope.
You saw thru the gray, and the legs bent with age,
And felt I still had life beyond this cage.
You took me home, gave me food and a bed,
And shared your own pillow with my poor tired head.

We snuggle and play, and you talk to me low,
You love me so dearly, you want me to know.
I may have lived most of my life with another,
But you outshine them with a love so much stronger.
And I promise to return all the love I can give,
To you, my dear person, as long as I live.

I may be with you for a week, or for years,
We will share many smiles, you will no doubt shed tears.
And when the time comes that God deems I must leave,
I know you will cry and your heart, it will grieve.
And when I arrive at the Bridge, all brand new,
My thoughts and my heart will still be with you.
And I will brag to all who will hear,
Of the person who made my last days so dear.

Such a lovely poem, right? So if you want to have a pet, please try not to buy. Visit a shelter for dogs and check out the number of lovely poochies you may be able to save there. Give them a new hope. Give them a home they can live in forever. More so, let them feel love whether they are young or old.

A dog’s love is unconditional. Aside from God, I can’t think of anyone else who can love me unconditionally despite of my imperfections than my Millie.

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