No more growling belly from meals I never had.

No more scorching sunshine with a water bowl that’s dry.

No more complaining neighbours about the noise when I cry.

No more hearing “shut-up”, “get down” or “get out of here”!

No more feeling disliked, only peace is in the air.

Euthanasia is a blessing, though some still can’t see

Why I was ever born if I weren’t meant to be?

My last day of living was the best I ever had.

Someone held me very close, I could see she was very sad.

I kissed the lady’s face, and she hugged me as I cried.

I wagged my tail to thank her, and then I closed my eyes and died.

Written by a shelter worker.

I was born in the summer a few years ago.
Quite why I was born, I'll never know.
Some folk who owned my mother, decided to breed.
No reason I know of except for their greed;
I know I was hungry, I know I was cold;
They sold me quite early at just five weeks old.

My number one owners seemed friendly at first,
And life was quite good till my bubble burst;
They started to argue, their marriage split up;
And in the AD: "For Sale - 4 months old pup".

Some folk arrived, the next ones in line.
They treated me kind and life was just fine.
But Master dropped dead, and she couldn't cope.
So she sold me again (I'll soon give up hope).

I now had a new home right up in the sky;
We went up in the lift fourteen floors high!
The new folk were kind but they left me all day;
I was bursting to wee and had nowhere to play.
It was boredom, I think, when I chewed up the chair;
They agreed I should go as it just wasn't fair.

The next home was good and I thought "this is it"!
They started to show and I won...well, a bit.
Then somebody told them that I had no bone.
And in went the AD: "For Sale...to a good home".

The next lot were dreadful, they wanted a guard;
But I didn't know how, although I tried hard.
One night they got burgled and I didn't bark;
Tied up in that shed and alone in the dark.
For four months I lay in that cold and dark shed;
With only an old paper sack for a bed.
A small dish of water all slimy and green;
The state I was in, well, it had to be seen!
I longed for destruction, and an end to the pain;
But some new people came and I went off again.

Well, now I'm with Rescue and this home is good;
There's walks in the country and lots of good food;
There's kisses and cuddles to great me each day;
But I dread the time they will send me away.
But for now here I stand, skin and bone on all four;
PLEASE......don't let "ME" happen to any of yours.

- Author Unknown