My family brought me home, all cradled in their arms.
They cuddled me and smiled at me and said I was full of charm. They played with
me and laughed with me and showered me with toys. I sure did love my family,
especially the little girls and boys.
The children loved to feed me; they gave me special
treats. They even let me sleep with them – all snuggled in the sheets. I used
to go for walks, often several times a day. They even fought to hold the leash,
I’m very proud to say.
These are the things I’ll not forget – a cherished
memory. Now that I’m in the shelter – without my family. They used to laugh and
praise me when I played with that old shoe. But I didn’t know the difference between
the old one and the new.
The kids and I would grab a rag, for hours we would
tug. So I thought I did the right thing when I chewed the bedroom rug. They
said that I was out of control, and would have to live outside. This I didn’t
understand, although I tried and tried.
The walks stopped, one by one, they said they hadn’t
time. I wish that I could change things; I wish I knew my crime. My life became
so lonely in the backyard, on a chain. I barked and barked all day long to keep
from going insane.
So they brought me to the shelter but were embarrassed
to say why. They said I caused an allergy, and then they each kissed me
goodbye. If I’d only had some training when I was a little pup, I wouldn’t have
been so hard to handle when I was all grown up.
“You only have one day left”, I heard the worker say.
Does that mean I have a second chance? Do I go home today?
(Author unknown)
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