I remember being young, holding in ruthlessness, sadness, and rage

My life, almost taken, never to see the next chapter or page

How lucky I really was, that she was out of her cage,

and having the sense to save me at such a young age

She saw something about me, that no one else could

She did something, I thought no one ever would

She did it for me, and at that time, it wasn't fully understood

That, "she," was and is my best friend, my dog, Jamocha!

Jamocha saved me the night I planned to go numb,

the night I could have done something ever so dumb

Jamocha saved me from my final drift...

away from this life I did not see as a special gift

Between what I had seen, what was done, and what was said,

I had thought the best option was just being dead

That was until someone showed me I was a friend,

and she gave me a look, hoping it was not the end

My love grew for her more than all the people,

as they sparked the influence of me being in a deep hole

I made Jamocha a promise, our own personal law,

whispering and crying to her, as she held out her paw

Here I am years later, it's just not the same without her

I miss hugging you close, with the soft, brown fur

Regardless, I do my best to fight through any pain,

so that promise and sacrifice never go in vain

When I met her, I felt locked away, trying to feed my hate,

but once I see her again, it'll be better, and she'll welcome me through the gate...