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@wattleihavenext Julie: I know it will definitely be tough to give Butch up...so far, no one has been knocking doors down to come get him, so he will be with us until then. I read this poem recently, and, even though this is my first foster, it sure is how I will feel I'm pretty sure!

A POEM TO MY FOSTER DOG
BY Diane Morgan

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.