- I Shouldn’t Have Been –

I don’t understand why I was born,
My life served no purpose, just empty and torn.
I wasn’t wanted, I shouldn’t have been,
Just money to them, no thought for me then.
A few dollars more to pad their pocket,
No thought for my life nor the quality of it.
A puppy mill product, sold to a store,
Massive production, we’re shipped shore to shore.
We’re bought by people who think we’re adorable,
A toy for their kids or something more horrible!
I had feelings and needs never considered,
My body not right, I just sit and shiver.
I’m sick and in pain but my owners don’t care,
Tired of me now, tied in the yard and so scared!
Food makes me sick and waters no better.
The seizures are often, getting closer together.
No vet will be called; they won’t spend the money.
They tell the kids, “We’ll get another dog, honey”.
They watch me a minute then shut the door,
My struggle for life they seem to ignore.
“Please Lord”, I beg, “just let me be dead,
I can’t stand anymore the pain in my head!”
The Angel of Mercy I’m begging to see,
Please God, won’t You love a puppy like me?
Maybe You can explain to me why I was born
To an uncaring world with a body so torn.
There must be a reason, but is it just money?
My head hurts now and I feel so funny ----
A seizure I feel coming so strong
But this time I’m no longer alone.
My Lord say’s, “It’s time little one, come to me.
Be free from pain, rest your head on my knee.
Man is his own “victim of greed”
And many will suffer before they are freed.
For you, little one, Heaven’s gates open wide,
Forever you’ll be right here by my side.”
Kathy Henderson
 

“Times Past”

I sit in thought here in my chair
‘bout times past and what happened there.
We all have memories, some good and some bad
When pets gone we think of, we all feel sad.
As I remember each one I have owned,
Tears fill my eyes for now I’m alone.
No one to cuddle nor lick my hand,
The house is empty, in silence I stand.
I miss my life when a pet I could have,
Self-pity I guess, but still my hearts sad.
So many little faces and waggily tails,
Little dogs to big dogs in my heart still prevail.
I can remember each one and each one I still miss,
To soon precious years are gone like the mist.
It’s lonely here with no dog at my feet,
Begging for treats or wanting my seat.
But I’m thankful to have these memories
Of so many who shared their lives with me.
It’s their memories that now help me to cope
With the problems in life that I can’t revoke.
No head to stroke, no nuzzle for attention,
No begging eyes when I’m in the kitchen.
No puppy antics nor older dog snores,
No more messes to clean from the floors.
No craters in the yard, no scratch at the door,
No spilled food dish and oh, so much more ---
Happy times I hold onto so tight,
I’m so afraid they may fade from my sight!
I’ll take some comfort as I sit in my chair,
(the chair that used to be covered in hair)
for the love of so many in my life’s time.
So thankful they shared their lives with mine.
I’m in their debt, these pets through the years
For they helped me to handle life’s many fears.
Tho now I’m alone and alone I will be,
I’ll always hold close each treasured memory.
Kathy Henderson

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