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How Much Is That Puppy In The Window?
My bones ache, my muscles sore, so tired I have grown,
I sit within the small confines of this tiny cage I call home.
Many friends surround me, lots of different breeds,
They too share my aches and pains, with no humans to tend our
needs.
I am a bitch or so they call me, I hear its not a bad name,
Lots of puppies I have whelped, to them its just a game.
I sit and watch day after day, so many puppies being born,
Where do they go, what happens to them, when from their Moms
they're torn?
I can see the grass growing tall and green, I long to sniff and
feel it.
I've never walked upon that field nor have they let me near it.
Instead I walk upon this screen so hard, so rough so cold.
My feet ache, my toes are sore, I'm exhausted and feel so old.
My friends have told they lived in places, long before this
one.
Where humans touched them every day and with children they
could run.
I long to have just one human pet and kiss me, and maybe play a
game.
I know it will never happen, but I wish it all the same.
Instead they bring another dog and toss him in with me,
Another litter I must bear, there's no end that I can see.
The little girl that sits beside me, cried out the other day,
She screamed out loud then limp she went and the pups were
taken away.
She was gone but just a day, when her sister was beside me,
she too had some more puppies, so small and weak and tiny.
The other day they came and checked me, while my puppies were
being born,
"This ones too big, there's no use now, her insides are too
torn"
They scooped me up, it hurt so bad, the blood was everywhere,
They never tried to help me, they didn't seem to care.
They took me to that big green field, and laid me on the
ground,
The smell was heaven, and the ground so soft, I tried to look
around.
They covered me with more soft soil, I had nothing to fear.
I closed my eyes and just relaxed, I knew the end was near.
No longer do I imagine the feel of human touch,
or how it feels to run and play, here I have so much.
There is a great big colored bridge, and fields that go
forever,
I'm happy, I'm home, I'm someone's friend, it couldn't get much
better.
Written By:
Kathy Coffman
BayCrest Akitas
baycrestakitas@hotmail.com
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