When first I saw your gleaming white hair, laid along

the pink expanse of your

skin,

with your lovely long nose and sweet little ears,

‘twas then I decided you would be mine.

For long I had to wait, not to rush the nurturing of

nature and

time,

but oh did it pain me to leave you inside, that cold

and uncaring place with no name but you knew

upon my return, with me you would

go.

The ache it grew stronger, each night an agonizing

torture knowing what gift waited for

me,

but the vestige of time nearly wore me down and

thrice I near threw caution to the wind and claimed

you as my very

own. This road to you was treacherous, odorous, no

arduous, perhaps odorous and

onerous.

Yet here I stand before you, your papers in my

hand. Place the sweet pink collar around your neck

with a steady hand and steadfast

love,

The matching leash clicks into place, you stand

proudly by my side. It’s you I beckon with a smile,

“Come on girl, let’s go home!”