Staffy rescue dog

Back and forth the kennel he paces,

As he watches peoples faces,

Some have eyes that glaze right through,

Others give a sigh; “poor old you”,

But none of them see the dog beneath,

The heart of gold that is underneath,

This old boy is no longer a pup,

So it was time to give him up.

 

He used to bark when he seen you,

Between the bars his tongue poked through,

On his rear legs he stood tall,

Even though he was quite small,

Happy and jolly he loved to play,

Sadly now he sees no light of day,

Just a wall made of bricks,

Still it has to beat those kicks.

 

The days grow longer and he knows his fate,

Though he longs to find a new best mate,

He knows what happens in the room,

In his head this threat will loom,

The clock still ticks and the wind still blows,

They day has come and that he knows,

Round his neck the lead hangs low,

“Come on now boy time to go”.

 

Into the room he walk so shy,

But through the windows he sees the sky,

The needle was ready and he was held tight,

“It’s okay little boy please don’t fight”,

“This is nothing to be scared of my dear”,

For in his eye they could see the fear,

“Today is the day you leave us, you see”,

“There is a better place for you to be”.

 

To his surprise he didn’t sleep,

But there were tears from those who weep,

A family came to take him home,

To a place where he will never be alone,

Children to play with and some toys,

Even some rough play with the boys,

A bowl of food to munch all day,

No rations for what they can afford to pay,

 

Some love is all he needed to be shown,

Not out into the street like he was thrown,

A roof, a bed, a dish of food,

Lightens up his saddened mood,

He stands and watches the children play,

How this family made his day,

He was given a chance so many are not,

Something that will never be forgot.

(Author unknown)

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