The Shelter Dog

This the story I imagined of an old dog we called Yoda who was at a shelter I helped at.

A dog sits alone,
alone in his cage.

His eyes are closed,
his bones brittle with age.

For he has been torn from his very own home.
And now he sits,
sits all alone.

Sure, his owners were mean.
Sure, they hit him a bit.

But he loved them,
he loved them through all of it.

He was there,
through the thick and the thin.
And he helped the young boy to hold up his chin.

The boy is gone now,
he knows that you see.

Yet he sits and waits,
waits patiently.

He waits for the boy to come bring him home,
to a place that is his very own.

But as he waits,
his whiskers turn white
and he almost tries to give up the fight.

As the little old dog starts to age,
they go through his records page by page.

Abandoned, abused, alone and neglected.
Quite a sad story they have selected.

The little dog withers,
withers and dies,
with no one there to hear his cries.

No one is there to hold his hand,
to be with him 'till the bitter end.

And as the dog passes,
passes away,

His eyes fill with sadness as they try to say,
"Don't cry for me, I'm in a better place."

And with those last words,
he lays down his head,
his eyes close and then he is dead.

Author's Note

What do you think? Anything I should change?

Reviews

[HaleythePoet]

It almost made me cry because I was thinking of my dog the entire time. If I would change anything, I would change the last word from dead to gone. Other than that, I loved it :)

[Isabelle Faye]

Okay, I was trying to rhyme with head but I guess that didn't work. I'm glad you liked it.

[Michaela]

I want to cry reading this, because it is true of so many animals. This was perfectly animal and just...amazing.