Our water froze again last night.
My sister’s ears now have frostbite.
We huddled up to Momma to try to stay warm
As she shivered beside us in the cold winter storm.
She cried and cried to tell of our pain.
But all of her cries went unanswered in vain.
It’s morning now - will there be any food?
We’ll pick through the spoiled and look for some good.
We heard them say the truck is coming today.
Momma’s so sad ‘cause they’ll take us away.
Don’t they understand we’re too young to go?
Here they come. Off we go - no time for goodbye.
How many will make it? How many will die?
The cage is now empty. Momma’s all alone
In the tiny wire prison that is her home.
She cries and wonders is it God’s will
To spend her whole life in a puppy mill?
She prays for someone to take her away
To a home with a yard and children to play.
And a family to love her, who really will care
And accept all the love she’s so desperate to share.
She once was a tiny pup like me
Who didn’t deserve this. Why can’t they see?
I’d do what any good son would
And take her place if only I could.
To see her free would be so nice
After all she’s had to sacrifice.
But I can do nothing, no matter how hard I try
So I just say "love you, Momma. Goodbye."
(Sandie Levine)
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