I hear the announcement over the PA.
I can't bring myself to decide.
If I go with the puppy he will have a home, a family, and can grow up with me.
He will run,play, and be happy.
If I go with the older dog he will be a lot of work,
he's blind, deaf, and has arthritis.
He doesn't have a family anymore, he needs me.
But which one?
Or needs love?
I lean over and unlock the door.
I carefully put the leash on him and lead him to the counter.
The woman behind the counter looks at me like I made the wrong decision,
I know that this was the right choice.
The old boy smells my leg and lays at my feet.
This is what I need.
The old dog that fits my old soul.