THROUGH HER EYES I SEE

She walks before me and leads me on
I know in her I can trust
Her presence is a lovely song
When I go out which I must
Just a pat and a cuddle
She ask for little
Though there's a puddle
Where she did piddle
I love Velma and she loves me
It's a partnership, which can't go wrong
Even though I cannot see
She leads me with her song
Velma's my companion She is my seeing eyes
Through her I've gained much
Thorough this companions audible sighs
She thanks me for my touch
Long hours spent training for a life together
Not as leader or follower but friends
As I get to know her better
Our partner ship has no ends!

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I AM A DOG

I was that cute cuddly puppy in the store window.
You took me home and gave me the run of the house.
The children adored me.
But I had accidents on the floor.
So I was banished to the garage.
I tore up your boxes of Christmas ornaments.
So you chained me up outside.
Sure the children played with me,
But the visits became less and less frequent.
Many times they forgot to feed me.
I strained at my chain, hoping to catch your eye.
But I went unnoticed.
Sometimes the chain would break,
And you would find me at your door.
Pleading for food to fill my belly,
and a warm dry blanket to sleep on.
But you would return me to my wooden box.
Cold and hungry.
One day you took me for a car ride,
And when you got out you had my favorite ball.
You threw it far.
And it took me some time to find it.
I returned triumphant in my search.
But you were not there.
I searched for hours.
And decided you had probably forgotten me,
But you would return.
I was cold and hungry,
I waited for your return, at the place
where the car had been parked.
The next day, I decided to look for you,
As maybe you had not yet noticed I was missing.
I followed the road, and found a city.
But I did not recognize it.
People chased me, and yelled at me.
A man called me over and put me in his truck.
There were other dogs in there,
And I did not know where I was going.
Finally we stopped and I was allowed out.
But it was not my home.
Children came running over,
And I looked at the man who smiled at me.
"Children" he said, "you must feed and look
 after this foundling."
"As he has travelled far, and is weak and thin."
"You must love and care for him as he has
 suffered greatly".
That night as I lay curled up on the children's bed,
I knew I was truly home at last.
Lynn MacKay(c)2000

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