I wish you could see as I sit here today,
Tears filling my eyes, the loss In my heart...
For a dog unknown to you.
Her body strong, her eyes bright,
Gleaming with anticipation for any little treat.
Locked in a cage for more than a month,
Her hope never faded, Her trust never waived...
Though her card said "Caution,"
With love she obeyed.
Sitting up straight on her hard plastic bed
Begging once more, "Just please scratch my head"
My love for this pup was hard to endure,
For the day before her time was due, I gave her a bone
which she dropped to the floor.
She knew...I had come to say goodbye.
I cursed the owner for Shawna's fate! When next someone exclaims:
"How could you work here?"
No, we're not to blame, only doing your dirty-work
With anger, not shame. Not "Puppy-killers," or "evil"...
Just the last loving hand to say goodbye...
*If you have ever worked or volunteered at an animal shelter you know the feeling.
Why does this have to happen?
2007-10-30
05:17:46
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snowflake311
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