Day after day...

Day after day..

each one the same,

another year older

a little more lame

left out in the weather

with little protection

my body is sore

and hot with infection

in the freezing cold

or the searing heat

with nothing but wire

beneath swollen feet

my food bowl is empty

my water dish dry

What did I do??

please tell me, why?

the litters come

and the litters go

where do they take them?

I don't know...

is this a bad joke?

or a horrible game?

I have no home

not even a name

no one to love me

no one to care

no one to bathe me

and brush my hair

my teeth are rotting

my eyes are encrusted

where are the people

to whom I'm entrusted?

I cry every night...

so afraid, don't you see?

could this be the life

God intended for me?

someone, speak for me

I am losing my will

take me out of this hell

called a Puppymill.....

Peggy Wilson 5-24-00