3.12 Third home lucky
An innocent creature so pure and gentle cast out again and again without a second thought,
Passed from one home to another and now journeying in the back of a car, with hope thus fraught.
A mere 18 months old, still just a baby boy, confused at why no one wanted to love him,
Seeking only to be accepted and wanting to give his love back that never will fade or dim.
But this beautiful boy, emotionally ripped apart, saddened and left mentally broken and distraught.
A loving canine showcased from home to home in an attempt to be rid of him with a weak excuse,
A façade put up to feign a loved animal people passed on to a new home to now introduce.
This bouncing boy, happy to meet new people on a day out with what he thought was his mummy,
Not knowing that mummy has plans to go home alone and leave this darling with the next dummy,
Inside he is full of overwhelming fear for no reason at all, it is clear this boy has known horrific abuse.
The moment my eyes locked with those soft, sad, hazel eyes, we both fell very much in love,
You came at a time when I too was broken, needing support. You were sent from up above.
Your tail wagged so hard during our first cuddle that I knew that you knew that you were home,
In an instant we bonded, trust forming, souls interlocking. This was real, no imposter syndrome.
It was clear that you knew that our hearts were open as we all locked like a hand into a glove.
There is no fourth or fifth family for you. You are now rightly in your forever home. It is us and you.
Know that we love you more than anything else, only love will you know, never to feel low or blue.
We love you little darling, we are here for you through to good times and the not so good times,
You are our family we will stick together and explore life together whilst all still in our primes.
Welcome to our home baby boy. We love you. You love us. It really is that simple, honest and true.
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Jamie Scott Watkinson-Harvey
Passed from one home to another and now journeying in the back of a car, with hope thus fraught.
A mere 18 months old, still just a baby boy, confused at why no one wanted to love him,
Seeking only to be accepted and wanting to give his love back that never will fade or dim.
But this beautiful boy, emotionally ripped apart, saddened and left mentally broken and distraught.
A loving canine showcased from home to home in an attempt to be rid of him with a weak excuse,
A façade put up to feign a loved animal people passed on to a new home to now introduce.
This bouncing boy, happy to meet new people on a day out with what he thought was his mummy,
Not knowing that mummy has plans to go home alone and leave this darling with the next dummy,
Inside he is full of overwhelming fear for no reason at all, it is clear this boy has known horrific abuse.
The moment my eyes locked with those soft, sad, hazel eyes, we both fell very much in love,
You came at a time when I too was broken, needing support. You were sent from up above.
Your tail wagged so hard during our first cuddle that I knew that you knew that you were home,
In an instant we bonded, trust forming, souls interlocking. This was real, no imposter syndrome.
It was clear that you knew that our hearts were open as we all locked like a hand into a glove.
There is no fourth or fifth family for you. You are now rightly in your forever home. It is us and you.
Know that we love you more than anything else, only love will you know, never to feel low or blue.
We love you little darling, we are here for you through to good times and the not so good times,
You are our family we will stick together and explore life together whilst all still in our primes.
Welcome to our home baby boy. We love you. You love us. It really is that simple, honest and true.
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Jamie Scott Watkinson-Harvey