Wee Little Puppy
Many years ago went to dog shelter,
brought home a wee little puppy.
So tiny and loveable, as most puppies
are.
Loved this little girl, sleeping with
this puppy each night as she cuddled up
to me was so sweet and tender.
She learned so quickly, such a smart
little dog was she.
Then one day she became sick,
very sick, she stopped eating,
then she just passed on.
I was so heartbroken and very depressed,
she had died from distemper, not knowing
that much about dogs at the time,
they had not given her any shots,
they also had not told me that.
All dogs should have their shots,
before you bring them home,
she would have lived out a normal life,
if I had known that. Always will remember
that wee little puppy I had so long ago.
Written 8-8-11
# Note here of course now days all shelters give dogs and cats their shots
before they leave shelter, but not all of them did back then in 1964.
Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2011
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