Do I Go Home Today?
Author Anon

My family brought me home, all cradled in their arms.
They cuddled me and smiled at me and said I was full of fun.
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 lead, 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 one 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 didn't understand, although I tried and cried.

The walks stopped, one by one; they said they hadn't 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 embarrassed to say why.
They said i caused an allergy, and then they each kissed me goodbye.
If I'd only had some training 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?

Sent in by Val Philips


Stray's Prayer
Bev Devanport

Dear God,

Please send me somebody who'll care!
I'm tired of running, I'm sick with despair.
My body is aching; it's so racked with pain,
and dear God I pray, as I run in the rain.
That someone will love me and give me a home,
a warm cosy bed and a big juicy bone.

My last owner tied me all day in the yard,
Sometimes with no water, and God that was hard.
So I chewed my leash, and God I ran away.
To rummage in garbage and live as a stray,
But now God, I'm tired and hungry and cold,
and I'm so afraid that I'll never grow old.

They've chased me with sticks and hit me with stones,
while I run the streets just looking for bones!
I'm not really bad, God, please help if you can,
or I have become just a 'Victim of Man!'
I'm wormy dear God and I'm ridden with fleas,
and all that I want is an Owner to please!

If you find one for me God, I'll try to be good,
and I won't chew their shoes, and I'll do as I should.
I'll love them, protect them and try to obey....
when they tell me to sit, to lie down or to stay!
I don't think I'll make it too long on my own,
because I'm getting so weak and I'm so all alone.

Each night as I sleep in the bushes I cry,
because I'm so afraid God, that I'm gonna die.
And I've got so much love and devotion to give,
that I should be given a new chance to live!
So dear God, please answer my prayer,
and send me someone who will really care...

That is, Dear God, if you're really there!

Sent in by Angie Brooks

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