Bred for fighting, your ears crudely shorn, your fate was sealed before you were born. You ran away from what they wanted from you, but couldn't shake what you were bred to do. It seems for some, the human condition is to set all they touch on the path to perdition. Nature doesn't allow your kind, you were the product of a twisted mind. Natural selection cleans the slate, but you befell a human fate. Some say dogs aren't born that way, but that's a dangerous thing to say. Just as you breed to point or herd, some will breed and purpose pervert. So you took a creature loyal and true and tried to breed it to be evil like you. Flight before fight means another day you live, when there's no way out it's fight or submit. My heart aches, my soul is torn, your story was written before you were born. We walked the paths to the fence today, 2 weeks since you slipped away. Me in yours and your friend in his, you'll never know how much you're missed. I relive each moment time and again, could I have done something different, is it something I did? A flood of tears won't wash away the emptiness and pain,and with the guilt, my soul is stained. The 2 paths to the fence has since faded to one, a stabbing reminder that you're forever gone. Every moment, we both miss you still, though the lawn forgot you, we never will. Every one is a part of me and defining my life, walking beside me until the end of all time. We've done a shameful job with Mother Natures' task, and of our hearts we should certainly ask: Why breed while millions die, the reason is money, it can't be denied. Would they change their ways if they had to choose who dies, while looking into their trusting eyes? Others left to feel that pain, as they lovingly caress as a life slips away. Until a tortured angels' soul leaves a body alive or dead, for a place it doesn't hurt to be mans' best friend.
