It’s just a dog

So there’s no shame

in dropping it

into an acquaintance’s yard.

All pre-arranged, neat,

of course.

It’s just a dog

now left to the

mercy of strangers

as you

carry on with your

important life,

relocating with a

non-pedigree dog is

so inconvenient, and expensive, really.

He’s not just a dog,

that first day

in my garden, as

he instantly chooses me.

Me, his special

human.

He’s not just my dog,

he’s my companion,

my friend.

He’s there, a 

constant hope,

the notion that

life is good.

A soft place to

land.

He’s my friend

as I lay him 

down.

Thank you my

boy, for your

years of loyal service.

I will never forget

my random luck,

that day that you were

dropped

into that yard.

~Lu