I'm Still Your Dog poem

Ok, friends, this is a arf-a-roo of a poem I must share with you! My mom especially likes this poem and always turns into a mush bucket when she reads it... guess it makes her think of me... and cause she loves me so much, she gets all sappy. Oh mom!

I'm Still Your Dog

Because I'm "just a dog" you see, I don't sigh and say, "why me?" I just face it- go on livin' and play the hand that I've been given.

I need you more now, that is true, for there are things I just can't do. The ball you throw I can't catch- I can't even lift my leg to scratch.

It's embarrassing a little- that I may need your help to piddle. But if our roles they were reverse, I'd be proud to be your nurse.

But hey, I love you more than ever. Me, give up? Well yeah, like never. I don't regret what cannot be- with you my friend, I'll just me me!

I'm still me within my soul where it counts, I still am whole. My back is bent and I'm quite lame, but in my heart I'm still the same.

by Julia Wrigley Smith