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(For Mel)



I was strolling through the pound

Too early for where I was bound

Just because I wanted to waste some time

Just because I wanted to clear my mind



I like to see the animals looking for a home

They look up as if to say: "lick your hand for a bone?"

It hurts me to see such sad eyes behind the bars

As some cringe in corners from emotional scars



There was one though, not like the rest

Not quite a scrawny mutt, but definitely not the best

Blonde and white fur, eyes of brown and blue

I kept coming back to her as if I were on cue



I asked if she wanted to come home with me

In my head I heard a voice: "I'm here for you, you see?"

And it's funny but it's true

She winked an eye of brown and blue!



I took her home that very day, my new four-legged friend

And started what would become, a future life saving trend

For in the months to come, darkness crept into my life

And the pain and hurt that fell on me, wounded like a knife



Many times I thought of an end, I no longer wished to live

I wanted to end it, throw it away; I had no more to give

Late into the night I'd anguish and cry, with my head in hand

And always by my side she stayed, I was this dog's man



My child, my family, who would care for her if I died

She who laid her head in my lap those times I cried

I couldn't leave her, my little friend with eyes of brown and blue

I could not leave a caring soul that resides in one so true



A year has passed since those days

The darkness broken and gone away

I'm glad my plans didn?t quite go through

Because of those eyes of brown and blue