I Pity the Man

I pity the man who has never known
The pleasure of owning a pup;
Who never has watched his funny ways
In the business of growing up.

I pity the man who enters his gate
Alone and unnoticed at night,
No dog to welcome him joyously home
With his frantic yelps of delight.

I pity the man who never receives,
In hours of bitterest woe,
Sympathy shown by a faithful dog
In a way only he seems to know.

I pity the man with a hatred of dogs;
He is missing from life something fine;
For the friendship between a man and his dog
Is a feeling almost divine.

  -  Author Unknown

A Dogs’ View

I tremble as I toddle towards you,
But I want to ask you why.
Why you took me from my parents,
Why it was me that had to die.

I know you love me very much,
I know you felt my time had come.
But I’d very much rather be down on earth,
Cuddled up to my dad and mum.

I found the world a scary place,
My mum’s arms were the safest place to be.
I felt so warm, and loved, and adored.
They were completely devoted to me.

My dad’s face would wreath in smiles,
Mum would laugh and tickle and coo,
I’m so lonely up with here without them,
That I don’t know what to do.

I can’t eat or drink, I cannot cry.
I know that I will never again die.

But I’m lonely and afraid without them here,
Even though I know that they are near.
Please Lord, return me to my loving home.
For there, I know, I will never be alone.

By Moya Muldowney, 16
12th November 12, 2001