Life Of A Dog

I opened my eyes today Everything looks so good,

I want to play My brothers and sisters cuddle with me all day 

But my mom and dad, I need to obey.

A human picked me up She said I would fit inside a tiny cup 

Didn't understand completely what she said

Oh yup, I remember she called me a pup.

I would sit, play and eat And sleep on a soft bed sheet.

I loved my family so much

That when I had to leave, their hand I wanted to clutch I was almost two months when I was given away

It was sometime in May I was playing in the sun When the deal was done

I had to leave my dear ones. To become a toy for stranger's sons

When I went to their house, I was scared like a mouse,

Shy and timid at first 

But in a few weeks, my naughtiness burst 

Now I cannot express my love It is more than the sky above

I still miss my brothers and sisters sometimes 

But all is forgotten when it's lunchtime. 

These humans were strangers to me earlier Now more than diamonds to me they are worthier 

I am being pampered more and more

I wish they could see all the love I had in store.

Now It's been a few years I have conquered all my fears 

My friends and I enjoy at the park 

At strangers we bark when it becomes dark 

Everyone in my new family gets busy at times I feel so left out

To seek their attention, I shout And everyone comes about

The incalculable love I recieve With all hugs and kisses great things I achieve.

I get so excited when mom says walk

 I don't understand her, but with compassion she talks 

Separation from her will always be hard It may even leave me scarred.

I've become so old now, To tire myself, my humans no more allow

I think my days are numbered 

But the good old days will always be outnumbered 

Be there with me as I get old Haven't you heard old is gold 

Don't say 'I can't bear to watch it' or 'let it happen in my absence' 

Everything is easier for me if you're there.

Hold me tight, Don't let me go 

Don't know when next we'll meet

 I'll never forget your smell so sweet.

My humans take good care of me I cannot walk, how weak is my knee?

 I feel a soft touch on my head,

I'm going away to a wonderland. 

“Dogs’ lives are too short. Their only fault, really.” – Agnes Sligh Turnbull