Dogdays.

When I see her, is when I miss her most.
I miss what was once always there.
When I see her, I remember I like her.
She makes me want to care.
She makes me want to work for happiness,
To fight for what I deserve.
She makes me look in dark corners,
And pull out my reserve.
Life has not always been kind to her,
But then really, neither have I.
In fighting for her needs,
I have been somewhat over shy.
I try not to think of the effects,
At least not today.
Life will work it’s own path,
And every dog will have its day.