21/08/2025
This Poem is heartbreaking 😞 but fact of life for some dogs... sad but true!
Author unknown POEM
I was born in the summer a few years ago.
Quite why I was born, I'll never know.
Some folk owned my mother. They decided to breed.
No reason I know of, except for their greed.
I know I was hungry. I know I was cold.
And they sold me quite early at just 5 weeks old.
Owners number one seemed friendly at first
And life was quite good till my bubble burst.
They started to argue, their marriage split up.
And in went the advert: For sale - 4 month pup.
Some more folk arrived, the next ones in line.
They treated me kindly and life was just fine.
But the Master dropped dead and she couldn't cope.
So she sold me again - I'll soon give up hope.
I now had a new home up in the sky.
We went in a lift, fourteen floors high.
The new folk were kind, but they left me all day.
I was bursting to wee and had nowhere to play.
It was boredom, I think, when I chewed up that chair.
They agreed I should go as it just wasn't fair.
The next home was good and I thought 'This is it'.
They started to show and I won - well, a bit.
Then somebody told them that I had no bone.
And in went the advert: 'For sale - to good home'.
The next lot were dreadful, they wanted a guard.
But I didn't know them although I tried hard.
One night they got burgled and I didn't bark,
Tied up in that shed, alone in the dark.
For four months I lay in that cold, dark shed.
With only an old paper sack for a bed..
A small dish of water all slimy and green.
The state I was in, well, it had to be seen.
I longed for destruction, an end to the pain.
But some new people came and I went off again.
Well, now I'm with rescue and this home is good.
There's walks in the country and lots of food.
There's kisses and cuddles to greet me each day.
And I dread the time they will send me away.
But for now, here I stand, skin and bone, on all fours.
PLEASE - don't let me happen to any of yours.