I died today. You got tired of me and took me to the
shelter. They were overcrowded and I drew an unlucky number. I am in a black
plastic bag in a landfill now. Some other puppy will get the barely used leash
you left. My collar was dirty and too small, but the lady took it off before
she sent me to the Rainbow Bridge
Would I still be at home if I hadn't chewed your shoe?
I didn't know what it was, but it was leather, and it was on the floor. I was
just playing. You forgot to get puppy toys.
Would I still be at home if I had been housebroken?
Rubbing my nose in what I did only made me ashamed that I had to go at all.
There are books and obedience teachers that would have taught you how to teach
me to go to the door.
Would I still be at home if I hadn't brought fleas
into the house? Without anti-flea medicine, I couldn't get them off of me after
you left me in the yard for days.
Would I still be at home if I hadn't barked? I was
only saying, "I'm scared, I'm lonely, I'm here, I'm here! I want to be
your best friend."
Would I still be at home if I had made you happy?
Hitting me didn't make me learn how.
Would I still be at home if you had taken the time to care
for me and to teach manners to me? You didn't pay attention to me after the
first week or so, but I spent all my time waiting for you to love me.
I died today.
(Author unknown)
(German translation here)
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