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One Last Time
October 7, 2011
No one loves me.
Countless walk past.
Can’t they see I want to be loved?
Cared for?
Live?
No, they ignore my sad face.
Do they know my warm heart?
My caring lick?
My friendly bark?
No, they don’t care enough to know.
I could be…
Running through an open meadow.
Playing with loving kids.
Swimming in a pristine ocean.
Laying by an open fire.
But I know I will never have the experience.
I see the needle.
Feel the cold aluminum.
The pinch.
The sleepiness.
Hear the words, “I’m sorry.”
Wag my tail one last time.
And fall into a forever sleep.
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