She may not be perfect,
every dog has its flaws just as we do,
but she is,
and always will be,
mine.
I have complete control
of her advanced obedience skills,
and I have taught her tricks galore.
But I have no shame
in admitting our weakness,
for when she is running wild in the forest,
I have no control
of the golden ball of blurred fur,
that speeds past your eyes like lightning.
It happened once,
and once was all it took
for me to become addicted to that memory.
Now, thinking of her,
past memories spilling out,
not once did she come back when called
if it meant leaving the forest behind.
Her attachment to me is faultless,
for I know I am her world,
but in reality I was always second best
to Mother Nature,
second best to every forest
where she always loves to be.
She may not be perfect,
but she is mine,
and she will always be
until the day she returns to Mother Nature,
where she will run wild and free
in the heavenly forests for eternity.
