Now I lay me down to sleep,
Upon the cold and hard concrete,
I dream of a warm blanket or bed
to lay my weary head.
A big bowl of food, to calm my
rubbling tummy. Along with
some fresh cold water to
quench my thirst.
Some toys to chew or chase,
would be a welcome thing. A yard
to run off all the energy I have
inside.
But, most of all, a nice warm
soft hand to stroke my head.
Letting me know I am in a
safe place and home furever.
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Thank you for taking some time to read through my writings. I hope that you were able to take something away with you as you leave. Always kiss the person you love when you part, you never know if it will be the last kiss.