At one time she had pride of place 
Complete with cosy wicker bed
Her memories of love-filled space
Of home, where she could rest her head
She waits

Her mind goes back to parkland walks
Of trotting close to owners feet
Furry friends and doggy talks
A regular canine spot to meet
She waits

Then one day riding in the car
She now recalls her owner’s tone
Was something wrong? They drove so far!
She's suddenly left all alone
She waits

Huddled, scared, in iron crate
So damp, so cold, and so forlorn
What happened, she can’t contemplate
Her loyal heart, so sorely torn
She waits

Depressed and frightened. Time is near
There’s no more love. It has been weeks
The walk of death, the stench of fear
Her tattered heart completely breaks.
She waits no more.