A letter from a Puppy
Dear Mom and Dad,|
I died today you got tired of me and took me to the shelter.
They were overcrowded and I drew an unlucky number.
I am in a black plastic bag in a landfill now.
Some other puppy will get the barely used leash you left.
My collar was dirty and too small,
but the lady took it off before
she sent me to the Rainbow Bridge.
Would I still be at home
if I hadn't chewed your shoe?
I didn't know what it was, but it was leather,
and it was on the floor.
I was just playing.
You forgot to get puppy toys.
Would I still be at home if I had been housebroken?
Rubbing my nose in what I did only made me ashamed
that I had to go at all. There are books
and obedience teachers that would have taught you
how to teach me to go to the door.
Would I still be at home if I hadn't brought
fleas into the house? Without anti-flea medicine,
I couldn't get them off of me after you
left me in the yard for days.
Would I still be at home ill hadn't barked?
I was only saying, 'I'm scared, I'm lonely,
I'm here, I'm here! I want to be your best friend.'
Would I still be at home if I had made you happy?
Hitting me didn't make me learn how.
Would I still be at home if you had taken the time
to care for me and to teach manners to me?
You didn't pay attention to me after the first week or so,
but I spent all my time waiting for you to love me.
I died today.
Love, Your Puppy
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