Ok, I just wrote this a little while ago. After posted a different topic, I read someone's message containing the words: unused toy, and it inspired me to write my owner poem. Here it is: You found me in a shelter, And picked me out of them all. You showed me love and affection, That I had never known. You fed me well, and groomed me, You took me on nine walks a day. You took me to the dog park, And let me run and play! You payed for all the vet bills, And lots of toys and a bed. You never ever hurt me, When I was really bad. I showed you affection, You played with me all day. And then one day you met him, And took my life away. You became a neat freak, I was to dirty for you to play, Walks took to much time, And feeding became an annoyance. You started to tie me outside, For the entire day. I became neglected, As I sat outside each day. It started out I would come in, Everyday at 6:00 (pm) But then it soon got longer, And now it is until 10:00 (pm) I forgot all my training, That you had taught me long ago. I forgot all my house breaking, You didn't even guess. At night when I made accidents, you hit and yelled and tied me out. I cried, and cried, and cried for you, But all you did was glare. You soon started to scare me, With your unfriendly stare. You no longer wanted me, And threw out all my toys. You left me out all day and night, A lonely unused toy. One day he bought you, Brand new small puppy. You giggled, and showed this pup, The affection you once showed me. Over time I became sick, My fur had lumps and fleas, The little food you gave me, I did not want to eat. I became skinny, You couldn't care one bit. I had scars from all the times, you had hit and kicked. My mouth was dry, My nose was hot. I couldn't seem to breathe. And here I lay alone and sad, As I fall asleep. You come out and my tail wags, In hope you'll show me some love. In hopes this was all a dream, And I am not an unused toy. You carry me to your car, and put me in the back. I throw up, and you hit me for making a big mess. You drive me far away from home, far beyond anywhere. We end up in the vet's office, and in a big cold room. The vet shakes his head, And he says in his deep warm voice; "You should have taken better care, You see she is very sick." He tells you that I can be cured, For 200 dollars and 50 cents. You shake your head and say, "It's too much for me." So you bring me to a kennel, in the other room. You take off my collar, And don't even look back. You walk, and peek, and shake your head, At me, the unused toy. Then you walk away, And leave me here to die. The next day I feel cold, and numb and pain and scared. I whimper, but I feel releif, With the touch of his warm hand. He tells me in his deep warm voice, that he is very sorry, He says he wishes that I had a more reponsible owner, Instead of you who did this. I wished he had been my original owner, And not forgotten about me, Or treated me as an unused toy. He put me on the cold table, I shook in fear, but stayed calm as he drew a needle near. I felt a soft pinch in my arm, And I licked his hand. I thanked for ending this suffering, In this unless horrible land. He tells me he is sorry, as I lick away his tears. My vision is now dreary, And I am now falling asleep. I sigh happily as I drift away. No longer an unused toy.
Thank you! ^_^ I know, it was sad. I was thinking about her dog when I was writing it. She'd probably tell me off if I showed it to her. Maybe I will though. I was just visiting her dog a little while ago. Playing with her was SO much fun! She's a really beautifull multi-colored shepherd mix dog!
Sad...But the only thing I can say is, well, make sure you have a man before you get the dog. As your poem said "then he came" Then your man will have to make room and time also.. And if he doesnt want to....well.... A dog is better and more faithfull than any man anyway! LOL nice poem.
"Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole." "Forgivness means having to let go of the past."