Do you remember me?
I remember you.
I still remember that first time I saw you, your eyes were so bright.
Your face was so warm. Yours was not the first face I had seen, but
it was different that day. You spoke to me in such a sweet way. When
you left that day, I got to go with you! I learned two words that
day, mine and home.
You took me to that place called home and showed me my bed, although I
seldom slept there. Instead, I got to sleep in a much bigger bed, with
you. We would lay there all night. Your breath reminded me of mom’s,
so even and so warm. The days I had spent behind the wire in that other
place would so quickly fade because this place was now home,
you said, “You are mine!”
and I loved you so.
The days were a little hard on me, you always seemed so sad to be
going to that place you called ‘work’.
I worried for you while you were away,
I can’t imagine but from the sadness on your voice when you
spoke of it, it could not have been a warm place.
I worried until you came back home.
Some days, you didn’t have to go to work.
Those were my favorite days.
We would sleep late and when we got out of bed we would play.
You would always tell me how much you loved me and I would get to curl up
on the couch with you while you watched tv.
Sometimes we would go for walks. You, by my side!
I was so proud to show you off to my friends!
Some o them didn’t have people that walked them like you did me, they
had to look on from their yards or windows.
Some days we even went for a ride. I got to hang my head out the window while you seemed happy
to always sit in the same place holding on. I always hoped you would
one day get to let go of that wheel you held and we could play,
I didn’t like the way you seemed so afraid of it.
Those days were so much fun. Even on the days when you had to go to
work, when you got home we would often get to go for a walk. You would
talk to the neighbors while we went by their homes.
It was bliss to walk with you.
As the years went by something changed.
While once we would spend time together, you no longer wanted to spend time with me.
Sometimes you wouldn’t take me for walks or i would have to wait longer for my
food. Still, those weren’t the worst of days.
There came that day when we went for a ride.
We stopped at a place I didn’t know.
You put my leash on me and took me inside. You introduced
me to a lady, she was nice.
She patted my head and told you they would take good care of me.
Then you left.
I worried about you, because you seemed so distracted.
You left and they put me in a thing called a kennel.
It had a cold floor but there was a bowl of food and clean water.
Sometimes, you had not changed my water like you did long ago.
It was ok, it just was a little different.
You used to give me the most scrumptious meals and would
even give me bites of your food. Lately, you would just give me food
from my bag. That was ok too. It was good, but I worried because you
seemed to be so distant.
I hoped you would be back soon.
They are nice to me. They give me food and water.
We don’t get to go out on walks. I sit on the floor and
wait for you.
Sometimes, someone comes and walks by my cage.
I hear them talk with the people who take care of me. They ask how I am
sometimes. The people here say something I don’t understand, ‘owner
surrender’. The new people say something must be wrong and it makes me worry
I hope you are ok. Something must have happened to you or
you would have come to get me. Soon, you will walk up to my kennel and I
will here waiting for you, just like I have always waited.
I remember you so well.