My collar just won't fit.
I'm sharing this poem with the understanding that I will not be shamed for the way I feel. This is not a strike against my adoptive mother, and this is nothing more then me sharing something very close to myself.
My Collar Just Won't Fit-
I knew you so well...but only for a short while. I got passed around and when it was said and done you were gone. Never did I get to see your face, or smell your skin. I never got to feel the essence of having you as a friend. I know you though, I could spot you in a crowd if only you existed beyond my dreams. The one who rescued me regrets her decision and wishes to erase this image. She got one with a pedegree, now I am simply a pet mistakenly wanted and now not needed. If there were to be a pound for my type I would have a bright lil kennel tag with stars and comments like "a sweetie, so cute"...but no one would want an old dog like me. I'll find myself in the room, and I would never dream again. No matter the tricks I do or the bones I bring her, I will never dance as pretty as her own. My walks are never as long. I yearn to discover you, I am your reflection, don't you want to look in the mirror? Why is it so hard to find myself in someone else. I'll keep wondering these streets looking for you... One day when I find you, my tail will finally wag, and hopefully I will find myself in open arms... with a collar ment for me all along. A bright shining tag with an address and a name, so that I can say, this is me, I know who I am, this is my home. It will fit perfectly and look so pretty, I will carry it proudly, my identity victoriously displayed. One day, I will find you.
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