This is a look into Duke's life when I first got him. I had thought that I had cried it all out but I was looking for his first pic for another post and just wrote this sort of poem. Thank goodness we only spent 6 months with the monster. Any of you that have experienced any kind of domestic violence can understand, I'm sure.
You came into my life as someone had asked me to be their wife.
It was such a happy time and for a while, I felt everything
would be alright.
But then I moved and things started to change.
You were just a pup, about six months old.
Forced to learn about the bad things in life at such an early age.
Having to deal with another person's rage.
It breaks my heart still to this day, to think of what you must have
endured.
Because I know you haven't forgotten it.
I see the signs when you see someone that looks like him.
That tucking tail and backing up brings it all back to us both.
Though it's been nine years now, when I think of the hurt you
experienced, it still brings tears to my eyes.
To have him come home in the morning and listen to your cries while I
hid in bed with my hands over my ears.
I feel I was a coward that I've let you down.
Please forgive me for not leaving him sooner.
You will always come first my life now.
I know you'd do the same for me, my sweet Duke dog.
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