|Posted by Tina Brown on May 25, 2011 at 5:15 PM|
Someone found her limping down the street,
Her tiny body bruised and badly beat.
They brought her to my door yesterday,
And though I had no room, I let her stay.
I drove her to the vet, but I knew,
He'd say there was nothing he could do.
So with pain pills in hand, I began to cry,
As I returned home to watch another die.
In her time on Earth she'd never known love,
But in her final hours, it was made sure of.
I held her gently near my heart all day,
Loving her, awaiting death to carry her away.
The angels came again late last night,
And took another one up in flight.
I held her in my arms until she flew,
The only tender touch she ever knew.
Now she's free, dancing with the stars,
Her body no longer covered in scars.
She's prancing across the Golden Mean,
The Promised Land, where pain is never seen.