A Dog With Out a Name

It rained again last night, as he woke up from the muddy dirt he always sleep in. As he stretches out as far as he can, ouch he said my body hurts me so very bad again. The bowl for food and water remain empty, and the grassy areas are so far away. No home anymore the home I once had seems so far away it makes me so, so sad. I am hurting so bad I just want to stay in today so no one will be mean to me. I search the trash cans, dumpsters all around this town when people see me they say ‘get out of here’. I runaway as fast as I can while I lay down to rest my body, legs and paws the food was thrown out. my belly is groaning, I am so thirsty, can’t remember the last time I had ate any real food, all I eat is stick, twigs and grass. Lonely as much as a dog can be, not one person reaches their hand out to me. Night time came and he settles in for another lonely sleepless night. Now all that remains is a small grave with the words that someone had written, here lays a ‘dog with out a name’. It's sad it was to late for this dog I now named 'Jake' no more pain, hunger or thirst for him. Rest in peace my Jake and we will meet you someday again.