I was a lucky man to be offered the chance to adopt a Chihuahua stray rescue. Here’s a brief poem that explains how it all began:
Some Things We May Never Know
Little white Chihuahua, not so young;
not looking your best, coat far from pure.
Animal Control said you were found
living outside, skirting danger.
With matted hair and covered in fleas;
were you abandoned; owner succumbed?
Scrounging for food -and clearly quite lost –
I wonder, where did you come from?
Public announcements brought no results;
two weeks later, “FREE for adoption.”
No resistance, we chose each other;
Vet estimated you’re ten years old,
“a very good model”, she confirms.
Fleas now gone and shots have been given;
future routine: monthly heartworm.
Now we go forward, the two of us;
me asking questions, you staying mum.
Coming from a past only half known;
no longer matters where you came from,
Just one man, one dog walking in tandem.