I was born in the summer a few years ago;
Quite why I was born I never will know.
Some folks 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
And they sold me quite early, at just five weeks old.
Owners number one seemed friendly at first
And life was quite good, until my bubble burst.
They started to argue; their marriage split up
And in went the ad, for sale 4 month pup.
Some more folks arrived, the next ones in line ...
They treated me kindly, and life was just fine.
But the master dropped dead, and she couldn't cope
So they sold me again as I began to lose hope.
I now had a new home up in the sky ...
We went up the lift, fourteen floors high.
The new folks were kind, but they left me all day.
I was busting to pee, and had no where to play.
It was boredom, I think, when I chewed up that chair.
They agreed I should go, but it just wasn't fair.
The next home was good and I thought this was 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 good home.
The next lot were dreadful ... they wanted a guard,
But I didn't know that ... although I tried hard.
One night they got burgled and I didn't bark,
Tied up in that shed, alone in the dark.
For four months I lay in that cold 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 some help, for an end to the pain,
Then some new people came, and I went off again.
So now I'm with rescue, and this home is good!
There are walks in the country and lots of good food ...
There are kisses and cuddles to greet me each day
And I dread the time that they send me away.
But for now here I stand, skin and bone, on all fours ...
PLEASE!!! Don't let this happen to any of yours!
Author Unknown
I'm being taken somewhere but I don't know where. It's
dark inside this box. I hear a door and know we're in
some kind of building. I hear dogs barking and cats
crying. It's very hot.
Someone is opening the box. It's the girl that found me
in the street and brought me here.
I used to have a home. I felt loved there. Then
something happened. They opened the door and put me
outside. Then they closed the door. I couldn't get back
in. I don't understand.
The girl is crying now. She picks me up and holds me. It
feels good. I'm placed in a cage. It's not that small, but
I
don't like it. The girl leaves me here. I look around and
see other cats, just like me, in cages. What is this place?
Where is my family and why wouldn't they let me back
inside?
Another cat looks at me. He is very sad. I don't think
he was ever loved. Maybe it's better that way.
I've been here for hours. People walk past me and they
coo and sigh, but they leave too. I think I know what's
happening. This is where we're put when no one else
wants us. Why did my family take me in the first place?
Underneath me is a new mother nursing three kittens, or
are there four? Why are they here. The kittens are
barely a week old.
The girl who held me comes back and opens my cage.
She holds me again, and again, and it feels good. She
puts me back and gives me a blanket and some food.
There is a tear in her eye. She's sad. She wants to help,
but there isn't much she can do.
It's dark now. Someone comes in and takes an older cat
from his cage. From somewhere in the building, I hear
crying. He doesn't come back.
I've been here three days now. Everyday, they bring in
more cats. Where did they all come from? I'm scared.
The mother only has two kittens now. Two of them are
dead.
The dogs keeps barking, but I can't see them. People
keep walking past. Some of them stop and stare at me.
Once, I was held. But I am still in this cage. I feel lonely
and frightened.
More cats are taken away and they never come back. I
hear them cry, and then it's silent.
I don't understand. Why don't people do something?
They have the power to stop this. But they don't. Don't I
count? Doesn't my life matter?
It's dark again. Someone comes to me and takes me
from my cage.
I'm placed on a cold metal table. There is a girl with me.
She's holding a needle. And she's crying.
I guess it's my turn now. I won't be coming back.
PLEASE SPAY AND NEUTER......
......For all the homeless dogs and cats, and the millions
who die each year because no one wants them....