A Dog's Life: a Place of My Own
I dIdn’t know why I had been thrown out,
I didn’t know what the fuss was about,
Or what I was in trouble for
but they didn’t want me there anymore.
I was weak, frightened and somewhat tattered,
my trust and confidence totally shattered,
there were many like me,yet I felt alone,
this large noisy shelter just wasn’t a home.
My step wasn’t as lively as it used to be
and out of my left eye I barely could see,
I wasn’t as pretty as I was before,
a sad soul behind a cold steel door.
People would look at me, then they’d walk by,
I finally gave up , didn’t bother to try,
shunning attention I hung my head low,
what would become of me I didn’t know.
One day a young voice said, “Look at her dad,
the one in the corner, she looks awfully sad,
the one that’s just lying there not making a fuss,
can we take her home cause I think she needs us.”
“But you wanted a puppy,” the dad’s swift reply,
the boy looked upset as he waved me goodbye,
but miracles do happen and love found it’s way,
it was me they came back for the very next day.
For the next few years I happily spent,
good times with my family the way it was meant,
loved and cared for more than I’d ever known,
the best of a dog’s life, a place of my own.
DOG GONE CONTEST
JUNE25.2012
Copyright © Liz Labadie-Reilly | Year Posted 2012
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