Author Rhonda Kay
Hero - Wilson
After the night storms the morning comes wet, cold, damp, dark and cloudy.
The only shelter I had was the broken down fence that I crawled under.
Oh! How my body hurts I barely made it under I am old, exhausted, starving,
my body is filled with sores, fleas and I know I have worms.
Hunger is something I don’t dread anymore I have accepted it in order to keep
Some days as I wander around the streets I find enough food to fill my stomach.
I eat grass, sticks and drink from muddy water which causes me to be very sick.
Why do people get us as puppy’s and than when we grow up they throw us out in
Been a walking for hours now and there is nothing for me to eat, my feet are hurting
they are sore and bleeding will anyone ever care again?
I use to eat from shiny bowls that was filled to over flowing always had fresh, clean
water that tasted so yummy.
Everyone chases me away from their trash there is enough to feed me and others for
Days but they don’t care one bit.
I see many people walking their dogs on leashes, they are the lucky ones it make me
remember when they walked me once or twice, gee whiz what did I do wrong?
I find myself wanting to walk up to them and ask can I come home with you?
I don’t ask them anything because I already know what it is they will say to me and
that is no!
To afraid to ask those humans anything anymore, if they wanted me to be afraid they
did a great job.
Night is here and it’s snowing now, the wind blowing and no one is out and about.
I am searching but can’t find me a safe place to sleep I am losing hope that someone
will find me in time to rescue me.
Four days later as the snow slowly melted they found him laying there he had passed
way from being sick, abused, broken, sad, lonely, hungry, thirsty and heart broken.