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A Poem To My
Foster Dog
If Not For You I would've died that day if not for you. I would've given up on life if not for your kind eyes. I would've used my teeth in fear if not for your gentle hands. I would have left this life believing that all humans don't care, Believing there is no such thing as fur that isn't matted, skin that isn't flea bitten, good food and enough of it, beds to sleep on, someone to love me, to show me I deserve love just because I exist. Your kind eyes, your loving smile, your gentle hands Your big heart saved me... You saved me from the terror of the pound, soothing away the memories of my old life. You have taught me what it means to be loved. I have seen you do the same for other dogs like me. I have heard you ask yourself in times of despair why you do it when there is no more money, no more room, no more homes. You open your heart a little bigger, stretch the money a little tighter, make just a little more room...to save one more like me. I tell you with the gratitude and love that shines in my eyes In the best way I
know how I am the reason.
There I sat, alone and afraid, You got a call and came right to my aid. You bundled me up with blankets and love. And, when I needed it most, you gave me a hug. I learned that the world was not all that scary and cold. That sometimes there is someone to have and to hold. You taught me what love is, you helped me to mend. You loved me and healed me and became my first friend. And just when I thought you'd done all you do There came along not one new lesson but two. First you said, Sweetheart, you’re ready to go. I’ve done all I can and you’ve learned all I know. Then, you bundled me up with a blanket and kiss. Along came a new family, they even have kids! They took me to their home, forever to stay. At first I thought you sent me away. Then that second lesson became perfectly clear. No matter how far, you will always be near. And so, Foster Mom, you know I’ve moved on. I have a new home with toys and a lawn. But I’ll never forget what I learned that first day. You never really give your fosters away. So you gave me these thoughts to remember you by. We may never meet again and now I know why. You’ll remember I lived with you, for a short time. I may not be yours but you’ll always be mine.
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