One Man's Trash, An Others Treasure: Shelter Dog.

Location

55720
United States
46° 45' 27.4716" N, 92° 34' 35.58" W

Day after day I look through these bars and wonder why I'm here.
You left me.
Strangers look at me like I've done something wrong.
Why won't you come back?
Wasn't I good enough?
Did I do something bad?
All I want is to go home.
I will be good, I promise.
Please. Please. Please.

Month after month I look through these bars and wonder why I'm here.
You never came back for me.
I've been here for so long
Others come and go constantly.
But I never leave.
People come, but they all walk away.
I just want a home.
I'm good, I promise.
Please. Please. Please.

Today and yesterday they looked at me through the bars.
She smiles at me.
And told me I was a good boy.
She said I get to go home today.
I got a new collar.
And a bed in their kitchen.
They have a kitty too.
I'm so happy, I promise.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

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mitch_medina

Heart warming. Keep writing!

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