Georgie ran with the wind in his fur, Out of Winnipeg, through nights that still burn. No papers, no past, just paws on the ground, A ghost in the smoke, too lost to be found. They called him a coward for leaving it all, But who could stay where the fires still crawl? Doctor Graham won’t see what he’s worth, Just another stray dog born in the dirt. But maybe love isn’t something you prove, Just a place where they say, “There’s room here for you.” We could’ve saved him with juicy Jumbo’s and...