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My family
brought me home cradled in their arms.
They cuddled me
and smiled at me and said I was full of
charm.
They played
with me and laughed with me and showered me with
toys.
I sure do love my
family, especially the girls and boys.
The children
loved to feed me, they gave me special
treats.
They even let
me sleep with them - all snuggled in the
sheets.
I used to go for
walks, often several times a day.
They even
fought to hold the leash, I'm very proud to
say.
These are the
things I'll not forget - a cherished
memory.
I now live in the
shelter-without my family.
They used to
laugh and praise me when I played with that old
shoe.
But I didn't
know the difference between the old ones and the
new.
The kids and I
would grab a rag, for hours we would tug.
So I thought I
did the right thing when I chewed the bedroom
rug.
They said that
I was out of control, and would have to live
outside.
This I did not
understand, although I tried and tried.
The walks
stopped, one by one; they said they had no
time.
I wish that I could
change things, I wish I knew my crime.
My life became
so lonely, in the backyard, on a chain.
I barked and
barked all day long to keep from going insane.
So they brought
me to the shelter, but were embarassed to say
why,
They said I
caused an allergy, and then they each kissed me
goodbye.
If I'd only had
some classes, as a little pup.
I wouldn't have
been so hard to handle when I was all grown
up.
"You only have one
day left." I heard the worker say.
Does that mean
I have a second chance? Do I go Home
today?
By Sandi Thompson
