Dog Love

My heart was given to a dog a few years back
We found him in a campground, tied to a tree.
I saw him and asked others...
Why is it here?Why is he tied?
No one knew or seemed to care.
One by one, they packed up and left.
The dog sat quietly watching us.
What should we do? We can't drive away
and leave like the others....
But then a cry came from this dog,
A howl so loud and sad:
It spoke of fear and being lost,
It spoke of hardship,struggle, pain.
I turned and walked toward him.
He looked at me and then again he howled,
but then he stopped and lowered his head
as if he knew that we understood....
and as I removed the rope from his neck,
he ran like the wind to the back of our truck
and we knew he was ours,
It was a small and simple thing.
We lifted him in and drove back home.
The shelter said there were no "missing" dogs, no one looking for him .
Well that's just fine. We'll keep him then. One more won't hurt.
I think I saw him smile.

It's been seven years.He's a special dog ;a well trained short haired pointer.The first year he struggled with heartworm, malnutrition and a depressed immune system. The vet said he was a real survivor .

We know this. He still talks to us. He will be forever grateful because we gave him our hearts that day. His name is Moke. Someone said we should have named him "Lucky", but I always say," No,we are the lucky ones."

"We can do no great things, only small things with great love"- Mother Teresa