One by one, they pass my cage,
Too old, too worn, too broken, no
way.
Way past his time, he can’t run and play.
They shake their heads
slowly and go on their way.
A little old man, arthritic and sore,
It seems
I am not wanted anymore
I once had a home, I once had a bed,
A place that
was warm, and where I was fed.
Now my muzzle is grey, and my eyes slowly
fail.
Who wants a dog so old and so frail?
My family decided I didn’t
belong,
I got in their way, my attitude was wrong.
Whatever excuse they
made in their head,
Can’t justify how they left me for dead.
Now I sit in
this cage, where day after day,
Those younger dogs get adopted away.
When I had almost come to the end of my rope...
PLEASE FINISH THIS POEM FOR QUEENIE
& SASHA
YOU saw my face, and I finally had hope.
YOU saw thru the grey, and the
legs bent with age,
And felt I still had life beyond the cage
YOU took me
home, gave me food and a bed.
And shared your own pillow with my poor tired
head.
We snuggle and play, and you talk to me low,
You love me so dearly,
you want me to know.
I may have lived most of my life with another,
But
you outshine them with a love so much stronger.
And I promise to return all
the love I can give,
To You, my dear person, as long as I live.
I may be
with you for a week or for years,
We will share many smiles, you will no
doubt shed tears.
And when the time comes that God deems I must leave,
I
know you will cry and your heart, it will grieve.
And when I arrive at the
Bridge, all brand new,
My thoughts and my heart will still be with
you.
And I will brag to all who will hear,
Of the angel who made my last
days so dear.
~Unknown
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