The small dog

Against my will, my loyal will

The small dog, semi-orphan, ill-trained, cuter than I could wish for

Has bonded to me

I see our similarities, and surrender to her tender sweetness, softening my heart to allow her silver fluff to soak up the blood still pouring from the gaping wound left by the death of my longest love

Good girl to come

Good girl to sit

Good girl to stay