For the love of dogs

Save us!!

Save us from ourselves

Save us from yourselves

Save us from the world

I bite when I was little,

I messed your place up when I’m adapting,

I bark when I see someone unknown,

I am furious when I sense someone’s ill intent.

I am hopeless when I get beaten up

for things that I don’t even know why,

I got beaten up so hard, so bad.

When I got shot for things I never comprehend,

I cried when the pain of it tearing me to pieces when the night comes.

Please believe us when we say

we love you to bits & pieces,

Please believe us when we look at you

with so much adoration in our eyes,

Please believe us when we say

that you are our whole world,

Because you are.

In 15 years of my life (you can times 7 to that year to compare to human years)

In 15 years of my life, our human is our world.

Even after you died, our heart dies with you.

We visits you to your grave daily,

we stayed there, we go back to our home

only to come back there the next morning,

Laying besides you, as always.

We lay besides you, as always.

Because you are our angels,

you’re our angel without wings.

Marie Agatha Tanjung,

Pekanbaru, 25 Juli 2022.

7am.

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