I was born today. One of 10. My daddy was very famous.

                                             I have lots of half brothers and sisters.

                                                                     My mother is very

                               famous. Since she got famous, she has only had puppies.

                              No more loving hands, no more fun trips... just puppies.

                                                                                She is

                                                       always sad when they leave her.

                                               I left home today. I didn't want to go,

                                           so I hid behind my mama and my three litter

                                              mates that were left. I didn't like you.

                                              But one day they said I would be famous.

                                               I wonder; is famous the same as fun and

                                  good times? So you picked me up and carried me away,

                            even though you were concerned about me hiding from you. I

                                    don't think you liked me. My new home is far away.

                    I am scared and afraid. My heart says BE BRAVE. My ancestors were.

                                                  Did they go to good homes like mine?

                                               I'm hungry because I can't eat too much

                                                 because it will be bad for my bones.I

                                  can't bite or snap when the children are mean to me.

                        I just run and play and pretend I am in a big green field with

                                                     butterflies and robins and frogs.

                                                  I can't understand why they kick me.

                                    I am quiet, but the man hits and says loud things.

                       The lady doesn't feed me good things like I had with my mother.

                                She just throws dry food on the ground, then goes away

                                  before I can get too close for touching and petting.

                      Sometimes my food smells bad but I eat it anyway. Today I had 10

                                              puppies. They are so wonderful and warm.

                                       Am I famous now? I wish I could play with them,

                                                         but they are so tiny. I am so

                            young and playful that it is hard to lay here in this hole

                        under the house nursing my puppies.. They are crying now. I am

                                                so hungry. I scratch and worry my fur.

                                              I wish someone would throw me some food.

                                                        I am also very thirsty. I now

                                                                                  have

                                                  eight. Two got cold during the night

                                                  and I couldn't make them warm again.

                                            They are gone. We are all very weak. Maybe

                                if I take them out on the porch, we can get some food.

                       Today they took us away. It was too much trouble to feed us and

                             someone came to take us away. Someone grabbed my puppies,

                                     they were crying and whimpering. We were put in a

                                     truck with boxes in it. Are my babies famous now?

                   I hope so, because I miss them. They are gone. The place smelled of

                            urine, fear and sickness. Why was I here? I was beautiful,

                                like my ancestors. Now I am hungry, dirty, in pain and

                                                unwanted. Maybe the worst is unwanted.

                                                No one came though I tried to be good.

            Today someone came. They put a rope on my neck and led me to a room that was

                                                     very clean and had a shiny table.

                                                They put me on the table. Someone held

                                                  me and hugged me. It felt so good!!!

                                                   Then I felt tired and laid over the

                                                                   the last one cared.

                                                                      I AM FAMOUS NOW.

                                                                  today someone cared.

 

                                                            Anonymous -- Author Unknow

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Heaven's Doggy Door

My best friend closed his eyes last night,

As his head was in my hand.

The doctors said he was in pain,

And it was hard for him to stand.

The thoughts that scurried through my head,

As I cradled him in my arms,

Were of his younger puppy years,

And Oh...his many charms.

Today there was no gentle nudge

With an intense "I love you gaze",

Only a heart that's filled with tears

Remembering our joy filled days.

But an Angel just appeared to me,

And he said, "You should cry no more,

GOD also loves our canine friends,

HE's installed a doggy door!"

High up in the courts of heaven today

A little dog-angel waits.

With the other angels he will not play.

But he sits alone at the gates;

"For I know that my master will come." says he:

"And when he comes, he will call for me."

He sees the spirits that pass him by

As they hasten toward the Throne.

And he watches them with a wistful eye

As he sits at the gates alone:

"But I know if I just wait patiently

That some day my master will come." says he.

And his master far on the earth below.

As he sits in his easy chair.

Forgets sometimes, and he whistles low

For the dog that is not there;

And the little dog-angel cocks his ears.

And dreams that his master's call he hears.

And I know, when at length his master waits

Outside in the dark and cold

For the hand of Death to open the gates

That lead to those courts of gold.

The little dog-angel's eager bark

Will comfort his soul in the shivering dark.

Author: Norah M. Holland

Submitted to the Pomerama by Ursula Taylor

 

 

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