Rory was a homeless dog before I took him in to keep Bess company after Herbie departed prematurely for the rainbow bridge. Rory had ten good years with us.
I wrote this little verse to accompany the photo (which was published in a dog magazine years ago):
I wander the streets, alone and sad.
Nobody wants me; am I really that bad?
Searching for scraps in a rubbish bin…
Always on the outside, looking in.
Hey!…Somebody loves me and I want to shout…
I’m now on the inside, looking out…!!