She doesn’t mean no harm
When she jumps on you;
She just wants you to
Love her, pet her, notice her.

She doesn’t hate you or hate her
Home when she runs off;
She want to run feel the wind in her face,
Burn off energy
She always comes back, you know.

She’s a German shepherd
In a Yorkie’s body.
I’ve raised her since
She was 7 and a half weeks old.

I love the way she
Hopelessly smiles when she wakes me in the morning,
Her tiny yawn;
Her look says everything.

She not dying but it feels like it.
It’s not her fault,
I left her.
I did not mean too,
I miss her,
she has no were to go;
so I must,
I don’t want,
but must,
lose her,
Bella.