I only want to be loved

I didn't mean to snap,
I didn't mean to bite.
The abuse was just too much to bear,
Through endless days and nights.

I don't know why they hit me,
I guess they didn't care.
Tied up and forgotten,
Some say it isn't fair.

I don't know what has happened,
I was sent away.
I only want to be loved,
I only want to play.

Ten days now I've been here,
in my tiny cage.
Not much room for a pup,
Barely months in age.

I wait to be adopted,
I know, I'm sure, I will
Who wouldn't want a homeless pup,
A house with love I'll fill.

Thirty days now I've been here,
My spirits are so grim.
A man chose my neighbor over me,
I would have gone with him.

Here comes the vet who works here,
To sadly lead away.
To a big room she takes me,
Is this now where I'll stay?

I only want to be loved,
I only want to play.
Will someone take me away from here?
May I go home today?

Now to sleep my little one,
With love I'll guide your way.
No more pain you're safe with me,
You came home today.
Darryl A. Dorish
(Dedicated to all of the rescue dogs that never found a home.)


 
 

~ Seasons of Life ~

When the wind blows so gentle and sweet,
Can you see his coat move as he lies at your feet?
And as the sun shines with its golden hue,
Can you see his coat glisten with gold in it to?
Even fall brings vivid colors to view,
The leaves on the ground, he’s among them to.
And in winter our world turned white with the snow,
He’s there to, his muzzle white with age he now shows.
The seasons of life, we take so for granted,
Not a thought of losing a soul so enchanted.
For why should we miss a soul not yet gone,
As we don’t want to think about being alone.
But should life follow its path normally,
They’ll be only memories left, for you and for me.
To etch in our hearts with the senses we know,
The sound of his bark, the feel, the smell of his coat
 and the sight of him then running to and fro.
Then when life’s seasons have made their claim,
We can call him back when we whisper his name.
And when the wind blows so gentle and sweet,
Can you see his coat move as he lay’s at your feet?
And as the sun shines with its golden hue,
Can you see his coat glisten with gold in it to?
Even fall brings vivid colors to view,
The leaves on the ground, he’s among them to.
And in winter our world turned white with the snow,
He’s there to, his muzzle white with age he now shows.
For they never leave our souls and our minds
As we hold so tight to the love that still shines.
Life’s seasons will come and then they will go….
But our memories we’ll cherish….for then comes the snow.
Kathy Henderson
1-1999

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