“Think occasionally of all the suffering,
Of which you spare yourself the sight.”
Albert Schweitzer
I first spotted him a week ago
While searching for another dog
Sadly trudging down a dark alley
In the chilly rain and mist and fog
I called out to him, and he paused
But fear and distrust were in his face
He has obviously been abused by man
The type of abuse that shames our race
I’m guessing he was purchased in a store
At a shopping mall - born in a puppy mill
His purchaser thought him extremely cute
But soon gone, were the novelty and thrill
I’m guessing he was beaten, whenever he made a mess
I’m guessing, he was eventually banished out to the yard
I’m guessing, he was eventually booted out, or ran away
But I do not have to guess, that his life now, is very hard
I have been following after him, for about a week now
As he scurries along in the dark, digging through the trash
He knows that I’m following him, but he doesn’t know why
And, like so many other throw-aways, his distrust is steadfast
I had to follow our little throw-away Jack for quite some time
Before he finally decided that I did not want to harm or abuse
I’m determined to establish some trust, with distrusting ‘Scruffy’
Who deserves far better than he has, who deserves to win, not lose
But I sadly know, the longer it takes, to help this one
The more throw-aways, that I will most assuredly find
What so many people are now doing to ‘man’s best friend’
Makes me more and more ashamed these days, of our kind
©Autumn 2011, Mr. Ed
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Blessings,
Christine
Donna
Anna
Keep writing for our animals who can't speak for themselves. You are their voice, Ed. I have a little dog, I can never comprehend how anyone could mistreat these precious souls.
Many blessings,
~Linda
Makes me more and more ashamed these days, of our kind".
Indeed, Ed, indeed! :( So sad!
(((HUGS)) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :( +Tears for the animals+