Why am I the chosen one?

Why is it that I must die?

Can you not see the fear in my eyes?

As you pass by my cage and I wag my tail,

there’s no way of telling whether I will make bail.

To choose me because I am a certain breed

or to choose me because I have no more need?

To choose me because I am ill or am maimed

or to choose me because I am old without a name?

To choose me because you think I am mean?

When it’s just I am fearful, it’s not what it seems.

I am held in an old an unjustified cage;

I know all the rescues are filled with rage.

All I want is a warm place to lay;

and not to live with this being my last day.

If you can please spare what life I have left;

I promise I will make you the very best pet.

Please someone save me, I cannot do this alone;

get me out of here and give me a home.

Thank you to the ones who fought for me;

I guess it was my destiny.

I will see you one day, now I must go;

I will always love you, this you must know.

 

(Jenifer Balber-Byrd)