One Eyed Dog

A feral dog showed up outside Uncle Bobby’s farm

a few weeks ago

mangy and too thin,

her left eye was a pool of puss and blood

we took her home,

cleaned her up

and got her some food

we brought her in to the humane society the next day

to get her spayed

and they said that her left eye was dead

so they removed it,

and stitched it up

and the stitches come out in a few days

and she’s putting on weight

and her skin is clearing up

and she’s such a sweetheart

and it’s always hard to part ways

with these beautiful animals

but, selfishly, I hope Sammie

(that’s what we named her)

stays for while

a lot of foster dogs and cats come and go

but she has really started to grow on me

and when I look into her eye

I think I can see her soul

and yeah, I know

that Sammie will go to a great home

but if my wife wasn’t here on the farm

to put her foot down

I would adopt every single foster

and I’d be drowning in dog slobber

and cat fur…







About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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