I call him Killer


A little old man stuffed in a dogs body .
Matted and tattered and ugly as sin.
Wobbled and hobbled as if he was drunk.
His eyes big as saucers and beautifully colored
His tail moved like lightning when I would come In.
They called him Shadow but to me he
Was killer . 18 years old and still full vigor.
This little old Dog captured my heart .
I’ll never forget the look in his eyes as I carried him out.
Steadied his walk and protected his heart.
My little killer can’t tell you he hurts nor that He needs help .
Just look in his eyes and listen with your Heart and you will hear the story of his life and If he could talk the tales he would tell.
The soul of a lion protector to Mom devoted and true . My little Friend killer You have won my soul.
I’ll never forget the connection we made.
Many don’t know you speak with your eyes and touch only those you trust .
A little dog with the Heart Of lion the king of his own jungle.
My friend Killer I’ll love you Forever .

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    My mother in-laws Dog is dying and needs to be put down . I wrote this about him since he has won my heart.