I don't remember the last time it happened
A creeping sensation from the base of my spine to the back of my neck
Not one you get from horrors or thrillers
Just a sense of discomfort
Annoyance, discomfort, borderline frustration
But at what, exactly?
I wish I knew
It doesn't help when it leaves work with me
I feel like I'm walking around with a black cloud over my head
Almost drained, I'm tired and thoughts scattered.
Perhaps it's the reality of responsibility
Knowing that another life depended on you
Teaching him what's right and what's wrong in my world
Not wanting to confuse him further about his living arrangements
Not wanting to offend others on the street with his growls
He's a sweet boy, if only you could see him at his best
When he's with us in the backyard or at home
He looks at you with his 'sooky' eyes, pleading to come in for a cuddle
I wish I could tell him that his days of wandering the streets and fosters are over
and that he's here to stay
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