You’re My Friend, John.

You’re my friend, John. You’re my friend.

I remember when I found you, you were skin and bones. And just as pathetic as me. I kicked at you, and yelled “go away!” Instead, you wagged your little tail, so I fed you crumbs. My last crumbs. Then a woman gave me a five dollars, while I was petting you. I bought us more crumbs, and we had ourselves a fair deal.

So many cold nights we hugged each other. I would hold you like a baby, as you whimpered into my chest. I promised we would survive, and I kept my promise. We ate crumbs.

I don’t know where you are now, but I know we’ll be fine.
You’re still my friend John. You’re still my friend.

~~Photo & Story by Ian Russell