Wolfie

Once upon a time there was a twelve year old girl

by this age she'd been raped years past and molested

by a Doctor while her own mother was in the room;

so too, had she lost her first pet to a car accident,

and needless to say, she felt all alone in the world.

Then, one day her Mom took her to the shelter

told her she could pick out any one of the kittens

and so she visited each and every one for a minute

but swore she wouldn't pick one of the grey ones,

lest it remind her of her passed-away-first-pet, Blue.

Even so, she knew the grey fluff-ball mixed-mutt,

who was picked up with a litter of six in a warehouse

was the only one she was meant to go home with,

and so, despite a momentary gender mix-up, she did;

he rode in the back window, and she had a name to pick.

He was almost Lynx, but she had a thing for Piano,

with his dog-like paws, she named him Wolfgang,

though he's always been called his Meowjesty Wolfie

from the first day and for the seventeen years since then;

fuzzy-butt, meow-mouth, grumpy-pants, and bubee.

He has lived and traveled much of the east coast of Florida,

moved sixteen hours in the cab of a U-haul to Greater Cincinnati,

and another nine hours, likewise, to the heart of Virginia,

a friend, foster-brother, companion, and loved to infinity!

Before he went deaf, he knew five commands and walks on a leash,

Wolfie is one of the biggest parts of what makes my life worth living!

- M.E.

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