Ozymandias was found on the streets and turned into this rescue. I adopted him in 2003 and he was my first dog. He may have been a small fellow, but he had a big personality and touched many lives. He had adventures to the office, the courthouse, a huge cabin up north, Starbucks drive thru, and visits to his grandparents. He was the alpha in the house to 4 other little dogs and while he did not bark often, when he did he meant business.
His pillow now bare, but his memory lives on. Love you Oz Man. 2003 - 2017.
somebody dies, a cloud turns into
an angel, and flies up to tell God
to put another flower on a pillow.
A bird gives the message back to
the world, and sings
a silent prayer
that makes the
rain cry. People dis-
appear, but they never really go away.
The spirits up there
put the sun to
bed, wake up grass, and spin the
in dizzy circles. Sometimes you
see them dancing in a cloud during
day-time, when they're supposed
to be sleeping. They
paint the rain-
bows and also
the sunsets and make
waves splash and tug at the tide.
toss shooting stars and listen to
wishes. And when they sing wind-
songs, they whisper to us, don't
miss me too much.
The view is nice
and I'm doing just fine.