Save the Beagle

Why is this little rescue beagle so precious to us?
Is it the way she wiggles when she wants a treat?
The way she curls in her bed, tail to nose?
Perhaps the soft fur of her velvety ears?
Or the way her ears stand forward
When she smells a rabbit while we walk?

No, we love her because she needs our love.
She needs to know what it is to be loved.
And she needs to love.

Katie the Beagle was once a number,
A broken piece of machinery,
Chipped cog off a puppy mill's gear,
A tool who had outlived her usefulness.

She arrived in our home
Scrawny and scared,
Wormy and worried,
Abused and alone.

But now look into her soft brown eyes.

They say,
"I have a name,
And a place,
And a master.
I belong.

"I am Katie the Beagle,
And I belong."

She is loved, and she loves.
And in this simple exchange
We create more love in the world.

In her rescue is our rescue.
We can not save the whole world.
The whole world is too big for us.
But we can save the world
One beagle at a time.