Major Sahib

Wounded and dying
Eaten away by maggots all over him
On that sad day
Nobody loved him or cared for him
He
Was passing and close to it apparently

ANimals aid unlimited they
Found this poor soul
Starving away
Managed to pet him
Saw his response
Despite all his injuries
He showed some nonce

He was still in the presence
Fighting to be
Rescued by someone
Hopeful to see
Though draining away
Every moment it seemed
All of his wishes
All that he dreamed

Had suddenly come true
The angels were here
Wrapped him in a blanket
And carried him clear
Took him to a place
Where great love and care
Was administered lovingly
Where all were aware

Of his frantic condition
Maggots had eaten
Much of his head
It seemed he was beaten
But inside a will
He was not going to die
He would fight for the right
To look into the sky

They washed him and treated his mange
This poor soul
Killed off the maggots
Another goal
In his coming back into
The life once he shared
And now he is home
Completely repaired

Love goes a long way
But must be maintained
And clearly His warrior spirit
Ordained
He is nice and strong
And his name is I hear
Major Sahib and nothing does he fear

He can walk he can run
He is good for a while
Really this hound has got lots of style
Wasting away on an Indian street
Wounded and firgitten
Out in the heat