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"Big, Ol' Furball"
There he was sitting in the back of the cage
All by himself like a freak on a stage
Ridiculed, mocked, scorned, and rejected
Hopelessly old and probably infected
The kennel felt cold as he rested his paws
On the metal's surface; with his chew toy he gnawed
And observed on; listening to doctors in white
Prescribe his only medicine he would need tonight
He knew his time would soon be up
With his left paw he covered his eyes shut
He couldn't bear to watch his friends be picked
By little kids and parents with a list oh so strict
"No old dogs or ones with brown fur."
"No dogs with short tails," one kid concurred
"How about this Golden Retriever?" one wife preferred
Sadly, this pattern everyday occurred
"This dog looks ancient," one kid pointed out
And mocked the dog for its big, ugly snout
As if he wasn't aware, but dogs have feelings
And can sense certain words, emotions, and meanings
He didn't meet the criteria for anyone's list
"All I wanted was a home," he often would wish
As folks walked by he put his head down and whimpered
And prepared to be put to sleep at the end of the winter
But an hour later, maybe two, to be exact
A little girl walked by all dressed in black
She appeared to be ten, maybe eleven years old
"Hey, come here!" to her daddy she called.
She pressed her nose against the bars of the cage
And observed this dog's color, size, and its age
"This big, ol' furball is perfect!" she said so excited
"Well, if that's the one you want, then I guess its decided."
The father said this and the cage was soon opened
And for that moment the dog did not feel hopeless
But still in shock and trying to understand why
And how he was picked as his eyes met the sky
As they got into the car, the father tried to condone
"What made you decide to bring this dog home?"
The daughter looked at him, smiled, and said
"No innocent dog deserves to be dead."
Our canine friend barked, as if he agreed
His small tail wouldn't quit wagging through the window's breeze
He was so relieved and happy because
Someone accepted him for the big, ol' furball he was.
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i seriously did hug hime though im cerials lol
I don't know how you do this and yet I have a feeling that it comes from your secrets hopes and dreams from deep in your heart.
I love your writings and urge you to keep it up because some day you may change the world.
This story shows that it shouldn't matter what you look like or what you like to do those things make you who you are.
Good story and please never give up even through the hard times. I wish you luck.
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