Nobody’s Dog

Today, I found nobody’s dog.

                             Her ribs were beginning to show through a once shiny
                              black coat, she tucked her tail between her legs and ran.
                              Then, ever hopeful, she returned with a tentative wag.

                              I bet she was cute as a puppy, somebody picked her out
                              specially, took her home and made her believe she
                              would always be loved. But some humans change their
                              minds and loves as often as dirty socks. Even so, the
                              betrayed black dog is still loving them, futilely waiting
                             for them to come back to her. She had a name once, and
                             now she can’t understand, for you see, a dog’s love never dies.
                                     

                                               Today, I found nobody’s dog.

                             One of millions abandoned each year by owners that
                             take the cowards’ way out. They wont see her slowly
                             starve or freeze to death, be hit by a car, or live at the
                             mercy of strangers as she begs for a scrap of affection.

                         Today, the shelter rescued nobody’s dog.

                            There she will be fed, she will be loved and hopefully
                            she will be claimed by a more fitting, deserving human.
                            She still yearns to be somebody’s dog once more.