A Special Part of My Life.
Thank You, Lord, for Jake.
He has special needs,
but he is also just plain special.
He’s considerate,
not running roughshod everywhere.
When he’s buzzing and dancing
he’ll stop to let me pass.
He’ll come by and stroke my face,
his sign of affection.
He'll even lead forward on occasion
for me to kiss him on his forehead.
When I thank him
for bringing his empty glass
or for taking his coat off himself,
he makes some kind of noise.
I think he means, “You’re welcome.”
Though this past week of 24/7 care,
staying at his house at night
and feeding a menagerie of animals,
I felt like I was living someone else's life,
thank you that Jake is part of my life.
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