In honor of Bandit (Cage 34) who was a 4 month old puppy and the only dog/puppy to be euthanized on Friday. Shelter puppy poem --What I am I am a puppy to the blind eye. It is a simple life we run. I am a puppy. We seem to have all day to play and run. But what you conveniently failed to notice is..... I am a SHELTER puppy. I am caged and confined within these cold, metal bars. I am a SHELTER puppy. I have no friends or family to comfort my falls. I am a SHELTER puppy. I can stand and sit. I can turn around. But when it comes to the facts, it is hard to understand. I am a SHELTER puppy. My FAMILY LEFT ME HERE because I was too young or maybe too much to care for. I am a SHELTER puppy. Day after day, I sit and watch as the lucky ones go home. I am a SHELTER puppy. And like the dozens of others, I was released from this poor way of living on Friday, 10/10 NOT to a family. NOT to a friend. NOT to comforting arms, or to a rescue groups tend. I am a SHELTER puppy. And to be quite honest with you, I faced death on Friday. I had to move on. Not from my age, from my health, or my behavioral actions. Due to the laws lack of concern for my own individual life. I left this world. But not because I wanted to go. I died reluctantly but quietly. I did not put up a fight. It was woman against puppy…and I lost. I said my good-byes as I was walked down the aisles. I wished my buddies luck with their lifes future endeavors. I was a SHELTER puppy. But I was euthanized. Not that I expected you to notice. I was just that one puppy that died that day; just that one special life. I was a SHELTER puppy. But I am no longer sharing your presence in a world you call your home. I am no longer welcomed there. You think its right? I think its wrong! I was a puppy. I had a happy life. Then I was a SHELTER puppy. It was then I lost my self-hope and individuality. I was just a puppy. Cage 34 to be exact. I was that puppy whom you saw at the shelter or my picture on this page. No one took me home nor gave a second glance. I was just one puppy….a puppy that wanted that one special home and that one second chance. I was that puppy whose life could have been saved. I was that puppy whose remembrance will fade. Since I was once that one puppy, I am certain many others remain. Since I was once that one puppy, I know they will suffer my pain. To them, it was duty. To us, its insane! - Kelly Gendreau’s customized for Bandit
Posted on: Mon, 13 Oct 2014 22:17:56 +0000
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