SAM

What a good dog!

A Plott Hound

Brindle coated, chocolate eyed,

Keen tracker and hunter.

Thrown away...

Thrown into a garbage can.

Crying for his mother?

His sister?

His brother?

I found him,

Cuddled him,

Carried him home.

He grew big, big and strong,

Strong enough to pull me down

Over and over.

He had a soul shining through his eyes.

The shine is gone.

Sam is gone.

What happened to you Sam?