I am the bridge, Between what was and what can be. I am the pathway to a new life. I am made of mush, Because my heart melted when I saw you, Matted and sore, limping, depressed, Lonely, unwanted, afraid to love. For one little time you are mine. I will feed you with my own hand. I will love you with my whole heart. I will make you whole. I am made of steel. Because when the time comes, When you are well, and sleek, When your eyes shine, And your tail wags with joy, Then comes the hard part. I will let you go – not without a tear, But without a regret. For you are safe forever – A new dog needs me now. © 1999 Diane Morgan

A Poem To My Foster Dog