02 October 2019

Finding Your Home

The first day I met you,
you shit on the floor
Not all relationships 
start off on the right paw

A rescued pug,
old and noisy,
urinating everywhere,
in need of a home 

And my son 
was determined
that home 
would be ours

I remember how closely 
to me you slept
that very first night 
Your loud breathing 
made me wonder
if I would ever again 
know a good night’s sleep

To this day, you follow
me from room to room
Whimpering when 
I travel the stairs alone,
until I return to carry you
where your old legs
can no longer venture
on their own

You’re still old
and loud and smelly
and you still shit 
on the floor

But no one has ever
matched your excitement 
when I walk in the door,
regardless of the 
duration of our time apart

I feel your trust 
and your love
and offer mine
in return

How could I fail to 
love someone so sweet,
even when I have to clean
your shit off my floor


2 Oct 2019


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