Dear God, please send me somebody who'll
care!
I'm tired of running, I'm sick with despair.
My body is aching, it's so racked with pain,
and dear God I pray, as I run in the rain.
That someone will love me and give me a home,
a warm cozy bed and a big juicy bone.
My last owner tied me all day in the yard
sometimes with no water, and god that was
hard.
So I chewed my leash, and God I ran away.
to rummage in garbage and live as a stray.
But now God, I'm tired and hungry and cold,
and I'm so afraid that I'll never grow old.
They've chased me with sticks and hit me with
stones,
while I run the streets just looking for bones!
I'm not really bad, God, please help if you
can,
for I have become just a "Victim of Man!"
I'm wormy dear God and I'm ridden with fleas,
and
all that I want is an Owner to please!
If you find one for me God, I'll try to be
good,
and I won't chew their shoes, and I'll do
as I should.
I'll love them, protect them and try to obey..
when they tell me to sit, to lie down or to
stay!
I don't think I'll make it too long on my
own,
cause I'm getting so weak and I'm so all alone.
Each night as I sleep in the bushes I cry,
cause I'm so afraid God, that I'm gonna die.
And I've got so much love and devotion to
give,
that I should be given a new chance to Live!
So dear God, please answer my prayer,
and send me someone who will REALLY care.....
That is, dear God, if you're really there!
author unknown
TO FLUSH, MY DOG
Loving friend, the gift of one
Who her own true faith has run
Through thy lower nature,
Be my benediction said
With my hand upon thy head
Gentle fellow-creature!
Yet, my pretty, sportive friend,
Little is 't to such an end
That I praise thy rareness;
Other dogs may be thy peers
Haply in these dropping ears
And this glossy fairness.
But of thee it shall be said,
This dog watched beside a bed
Day and night unweary,
Watched within a curtained room
Where no sunbeam brake the gloom
Round the sick and dreary.
Roses, gathered for a vase,
In that chamber
died apace,
Beam
and breeze resigning;
This dog only, waited on,
Knowing that when light is gone
Love remains for shining.
Therefore to this dog will I,
Tenderly not scornfully,
Render praise and favor.
-- Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1844