ADOPT 09 CONTEST AND STROLL

Lassie wasn't adopted. Nor did I do my research before buying her. And I got her from an irresponsible breeder.
I feel guilt for all of the above, I didn't know the consequences, but at the same time I am over the moon at the experience, joy and happiness I got from living with Lassie.
Lassie wasn't adopted, so I don't know how I am going to have any chance in this contest...but I want to be a part of it because adoption is a very important thing to me. It's not just like adopting a puppy from the pet store or breeder...it's giving one a second chance in life.
But, I will just write a poem to my darling Lassie.

Run Lassie run!
Run havock through the house,
Until a visitor comes.
Now you're quiet as a mouse.
They pick you up,
They hold you tight,
But you don't care,
Because I make sure you're 'right.

Run Lassie run!
Run along the beach,
Your still a pup but big and strong,
Look how far your legs can reach!
Into the sea,
Swim and play,
I get a mini coconut and you could go all day.

Run Lassie run!
Sprint along the sand,
You are now an adult big and strong,
You think you've conquered the vast open land.
Then look, who's that right in front of you?
Another dog..uh oh that's not good news.
You run teeth baring, but that's nothing new.
Then bam. Woof woof bite bite snarl snarl whimper.
I'm in trouble but I tried hard.
I'll continue with your socialising,
I'll have to be 100% guard.

Stop Lassie stop!
Stop chasing children around.
They don't appreciate getting bitten,
They want your temprement sound.
I don't know what to do with you,
I love you with all my might.
But the biting, the nipping the attcking other dogs,
This is just not right.

Run Lassie Run!
Run on rainbow bridge.
Free from pain, free from fear,
Take all the food rom the rainbow fridge.
I miss you it hurts, I cry every night.
Remembering our precious memories,
Of holding you snug and tight.
I want you back into my arms,
To see your smile again.
But I just have to wait until my day,
The day we meet again.


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I cried writing this poem, I still feel great guilt over Lassie's passing. I had to do it, I didn't want anyone getting hurt. But I wish she was back. I really do. She was so precious, and almost one year on, I still do cry.

I miss you my darling.

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