the smell was thick with sadness
and the sound was full of dung
the corridor of cages
filled with hopeful, empty eyes.
my dog was in there somewhere
waiting to go home,
I just had to find him
and know he was the one.
I almost couldn't make it out
myself.
he came inside the house
and on a blanket lied
not knowing this was permanent
not feeling he was home
not trusting he would be embraced
and never left outside.
he didn't have a name
that he could recognize
the vet declared neglect
but our hearts already knew
the only color in his eyes
was what he never knew
some medicine, a bath and food
began to lift his spirit
but lots of love and gentle hands
gave him ear to hear it;
the love that he could have,
the home where he can live,
and kindness that doesn't leave.
he now belongs.
and so do we.
Adopting a dog from the shelter is an experience to soften any heart.