I didn’t know I was going to miss you,
When you were gone for two days.
I would call and check on you,
And each day they told me you were getting better, but not quite ready to come home.
I waited for an hour yesterday evening,
And they wouldn’t bring you out.
I thought of you, alone, in a cage, surrounded by sounds of other animals,
And I worried you were afraid I had left you.
But finally, they brought you out,
Walking on a leash.
I picked you up and held you tight,
Your tongue giving rough kisses to my cheek.
I sit with you and hold you,
Softly stroking your white fur.
I am waiting for you to show me signs of the playful puppy you were
Before I took you in.
I let you and Rudy outside to do your business,
As I walk back to clean off my stacks from the desk.
I hear a bark and turn around.
I see you and Rudy on the deck,
Mouths open over each other’s necks, paws on paws, your tail wags.
You are finally coming home.