She was a cute little pup, so pleasantly tame.
I brought her home and gave her a name.
"Sheba" became my very best friend.
So faithful and loyal 'til the very end.
She'd frolic and play and steal your heart.
Yet she was protective from the very start.
Her favorite pastime was playing ball;
Football, tennis, any kind at all.
The years rolled on and Sheba got older;
A large German Shepherd, I could no longer hold her.
She still liked to play and run all around,
Singing and howling was a daily sound.
Yet one day I noticed an abnormal gait...
That is the way that she walked was not very straight.
Her rear left leg was dragging behind her.
She soon could not walk as DM would soon find her.
DM is a spinal cord disease, an unwelcome nightmare.
Yet I was determined to provide Sheba with the right care.
I ordered a wheelchair for Sheba to use.
She could run around again like a lit fuse.
As her symptoms progressed, paralysis followed.
I took her to specialists with hopes that were hollow.
They said..."there's no cure; put her to sleep.
Her life will be short, you'll do nothing but weep."
But this is not the response I wanted to hear.
So I searched on my own to help someone so dear.
My heart led the way to extending Sheba's life.
The quality was so great... without any strife.
Two years later DM has taken its toll...
But Sheba's new cart allows her to stroll.
Although she is weaker, she has a heart of gold.
Her unconditional love cannot be sold.
When I look into her eyes, I can surely see
Her gratefulness for giving her life quality.
The smile on her face still says it all...
"Thanks for keeping faith in me... and for playing ball."