The Magic Poem (JY9-46)
Once upon a time there was a timid, fear-ridden handsome boy named Magic!
Before he came to NMDR, his life was nothing short of tragic.
Instead a life consistent with security, love and an abundance of dog toys,
Magic suffered despicable treatment which hurts and destroys.
Initially afraid of NMDR volunteers who gave him a tender touch,
It stirred something deep inside Magic, almost too much.
Still, he was, in fear of human touch, ever so gentle,
Instead, Magic readily welcomed the warmth and safely of his own NMDR kennel.
During his stay an NMDR, Magic took these days in stride.
Relieved of his past, Magic concluded some humans ARE on his side.
Humans talk in tones that are almost surreal,
Because of this loving tones, Magic started to heal.
Magic is the definition of "the forgiving dog" in spite of his past.
Even though he contented to shake, he desired to trust at last.
The trust seed planted in Magic began to grow.
Regardless of the comfortable NMDR surroundings, Magics thinking plateau.
Magic heard words like "foster home", "foster Magic", "foster" what?????
Fear gripped Magic. What happens if I don't make this foster cut?
Magic hung his head low, sighed deeply and looked away,
what will happen to me today?
Nervously pacing in his kennel, not knowing what was about to occur,
Magic heard words being said and it sounded like a blur.
Something like "let's go home", "car ride", what does that mean?
They reached out for my body, "OH NO! PLEASE, SOMEONE INTERVENE!"
I fought that very familiar feeling of being picked up by "them".
I stopped squirming, am I still a victim then?
The with all my might I attempted to bite,
Expecting hands around my scruff,
I gave in, I had enough.
Gently placed in a portable case,
I sincerely prayed for traveling grace.
I breathed out and in, what is that smell?
Although I was curious, I stayed in my shell.
These foster humans look at me and say, "Magic come. Magic's treat".
Saying Magic, Magic, Magic, over and over, in tone so sweet.
Finally, I figured out who owns the name "Magic".
All along is has been mine.
NMDR agreed, that I, Magic was in dire need.
Now with the sadness foregone and hopelessness withdrawn,
Past plans drastically changed, now my future is rearranged.
From Magic the unsure to Magic the secure.
From rejected and neglected, now lovingly protected.
Abundantly loved here so much, now I crave human touch.
I am no longer mistreated and used.
There are thousands out there just like me still being abused.
Please consider ways to help out.
Foster, adoption, donation are some ways to think about.
I AM MAGIC, NO LONGER TRAGIC
Written by my foster mom Teresa, 12/08/09
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