They dumped it on the lonely road,
Then like a streak they sped;
And as along the way I strode
I thought that it was dead:
And then I saw that yelping pup
Rise, race to catch them up.
You know how silly wee dogs are.
It thought they were in fun.
Trying to overtake their car
I saw it run and run:
But as they faster, faster went,
It stumbled, sore and spent.
I found it prone upon the way;
Of life was little token.
As limply in the dust it lay
I thought its heart was broken:
Then one dim eye it opened and
It sought to like my hand.
Of course I took it gently up
And brought it to my wife
Who loves all dogs, and now that pup
Shares in our happy life:
Yet how I curse the bastards who
Its good luck never knew!
We have three of them here, Max, Bella, and Lady Luck. Our sweet furry kids. Love the poem and know the scene, sadly. But alas a happy ending, thankfully. Paulette ❤
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Thanks Paulette. It is hard to understand that type of scene. Glad you like the poem. ❤
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Very hard. Nothing worse than the innocents being abused. My hubby and I have dedicated a good hunk of our time and lives to helping to rescue dogs. People say we’re so wonderful to do it but the truth be told, it’s a blessing. There is no greater reward then the resilience and forgiving, loving heart of a dog. At least that’s my humble opinion. Always happy to connect with another animal loving friend. Give your pooch a rubbie from moi. ❤
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Such an adorable baby!
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Yes 🙂
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Reality can break the heart of any life.
Yisraela
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Too true Yisraela.
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