Old and Sad

Here I sit old and sad,
They made me leave the home I had.
I was happy for many years,
Now they walk away, there were no tears.

They said I was "grumpy", now that I am old,
But, I've never bitten and have done what I'm told.
If they could tell me, I wish that they could,
Wether I had been bad, when I thought I was good.

I had lots of love and a nice cosy bed,
But, now I have sadness and a kennel instead.
I wish I could tell them about all my pain,
Perhaps they would listen and love me again.

Will someone want me, now I'm old and I'm grey?
I do enjoy life and I still like to play.
I have love inside that I'm willing to share,
I'll give affection, if you show me you care

So, still I sit old and sad,
Hoping to find, what I once had.
As the young dogs are leaving, I just sit and wait.
Are my days numbered? Is it too late?

(Author unknown)