Cruel is the mirror

Cruel is the mirror as I glance at it with shame

I’m a four year old Rottweiler and Helga is my name

My eyes once truly sparkled, my figure once was trim

That was in the days when home for me was with Marie and Jim

 

They loved me like no other, took me walks and bought me toys

We visited the local park where I played with girls and boys

My life was bliss, my days were full, to them I was all that mattered

Until that fateful evening when Jim came home and my happiness was shattered.

 

“Hello love” Marie began, I’ve got some super news

You’re going to be a father!” and Jim rushed out for some booze

They celebrated all night long, I missed my evening in the park

Somehow I had a feeling that my future would be dark

Daily trips to Mothercare, toys, the cot, the pram

They just simply ignored me, didn’t give a damn

Then as Marie got fatter I heard Jim say one night

“She’ll have to go, it’s to risky” which gave me quite a fright

 

For days I lived in fear and dread of what lay in store for me

Until one evening a man arrived and asked “She is a pedigree?”

They simply put the lead on me, I stared at them askance

Took some money off the horrid man without a backward glance.

 

Into a van I clambered, no blankets, rugs or straw

House later we stopped driving and I hated what I saw

A kennel just like Colditz, with dozens of dogs like me

One grey lady shed a tear, looked as miserable as could be

 

“This’ll be quite handy” said the man “It’s shortly due in season”

My heart sunk as I realised that my potential was the reason.

A dam, dark kennel was my prison, scraps they used for feeding

Then one day I panicked as I noticed I was bleeding.

 

The man arrived with smiling face “That’s good she’ll soon be ready”

The next I knew a stud arrived “Grab her! Hold her steady!

No finesses, just pain and more, his actions were quite lewd

This maiden fair had lost her name, she was to be a “brood”

 

That was three years past, with every season a new litter

Old before my time am I, and feeling very bitter.

Since that first rape my issue has numbered fifty four

Sold off cheap to anyone with cash who walked through his front door

 

It would be nice to contemplate a happy ending to my plight

But dreaming of my puppyhood is all that helps me sleep at night

When my breeding days are past, and I no longer pay

I will greet, with thanks, the vet who will help me on my way.

 

(Author unknown)