I put my beloved dog Gunther down in 2009..
he died in my arms, surrounded by the people who loved him.
With a broken heart, and wanting to remain loyal to his memory
I swore I would never get another dog.
It took me years to realize how incredibly wrong that was.
The world is filled with abandoned dogs.
Lonely animals sitting in shelters..
needing exactly the same kind of love
I have been selfishly keeping to myself.
A few weeks ago, I saw a dog online..
an older stray who lost a leg after being hit by a car.
Sad to think that this poor animal
had to experience such a traumatic injury,
but, perhaps it was meant to be..
because it just so happens that I have an empty place in my heart
in the shape of a 3-legged dog.