No more lonely cold nights or hearing that I'm bad,
No more growling belly from the meals I never had.
No more scorching sunshine with a water bowl that's dry.
No more complaining neighbors 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 she cried.
I wagged my tail to thank her, then I closed my eyes and died.
Written by an Animal shelter volunteer in Massena, NY
I look upon your face, peaceful in eternal rest
And shed a tear for those lives never to be blessed.
I imagine those liquid eyes, now shut forever more
Looking upon a family you adored.
I imagine those pink and tender pads, in time worn black and rough.
For when following your little boy no ground's too sharp or tough
I touch the velvet of just one tiny ear
And wonder at the secrets, that your girl would have whispered here.
I feel the downy chest that holds a heart of gold
That would have named a million stories, now to be untold.
I see a little girl adorning your regal neck with ribbons and with bows.
And with a joyful heart would’ve finished with a kiss upon your nose.
But alas these dreams were stolen, your dawn's become your night
You’ve done no wrong, little one, so worry not in the light.
In the light of heaven's gate, there are children all around
That during their time on earth, love just never found.
Perhaps like you they died without having that chance
For others, sadly, they were born to ill-wrought circumstance.
So take your golden heart, your tender pads, and ear
For there are children in heaven, waiting to draw you near.