Rescue Dog

He seemed very much like those white dogs before, With a raggedy coat, pointed ears and much more. But the likeness soon ended to those dogs gone away. For he'd never known kindness or love in his day. He didn't know words, didn't even know stairs. His nose, from the kennel, was chaffed of its hair. Boredom was passed licking fur from his paws. The pads on his feet bordered long, ragged claws. He paced back and forth mostly all of each day: Slept in a tight ball to keep cold nights away. Wary of children and grown men alike: Startling sounds made him cringe out of sight. He was hungry and thin: I could feel every bone. He stayed by me like glue and was scared left alone. He wolfed down his food in an uneasy rush. He didn't know combs and felt fear of the brush. But time has now passed since the dog came to stay From that harsh, lonely kennel on a hill far away. This little white dog now seems mostly like them: Those former white terriers, my sweet, loyal friends. He now spends his time . . like before . . by my side. But something has changed, for he's not there to hide. With all of this good there is even much more. He now plays with his toys and will ask for the door. He eats with good manners, sleeps sound in his bed: Stretched out in contentment, fun dreams in his head. He loves his car outings and with each early spring, Explores the old pathways our daily walk brings. I'm so happy to have him, as he sits on my lap, Or sleeps by my chair for his afternoon nap. He never will know all of the bad things again. His life will be happy with me as his friend. Yet as good as it's been for this dog to find me. To learn love and to trust and from anguish be free. I too have been blessed one more time from above, By Him sending another white dog here to love.