An elegy for a dog named Daisy Bottom
You would have said, it was nothing. You would have said, we were best friends – we were a family. You would have said you tolerated Linus. You would have said you never bit any other dog’s ear. You would have said, you were captured and imprisoned until we sprang you from the shelter. You would have said you lived in captivity.
You were wild, and then you were not. You were a feral mutt found roaming the streets of Seattle. No one knows where you came from. You were never lost – when you got out, you came home when you wanted to. You hunted squirrels and garbage cans. And you once almost caught a rabbit. You sang. You howled. You groaned. You sighed. You barked.
This is an elegy for a dog named Daisy Pants.
via Whisker Therapy