My last owner tied me all day
in the yard, sometimes with no water and that was so hard! So I chewed through my leash and I ran away, to rummage in garbage; and live as a stray. But now Great Master I'm tired, hungry and cold, And I'm so afraid I'll never grow old.
~ PRAYER OF A STRAY
~
They've chased me with sticks,
hit me with stones, While I run in the streets just looking for bones. I'm not really bad; please help if you can For I have become just another "victim of man"! I'm wormy, Great master , and ridden with fleas, All I ever wanted was a owner to please.
Great Master please send me
somebody who'll care, I'm tired of running, I'm sick with despair. My body is aching, it's so racked with pain, And Great Master I pray as I run in the rain, That someone will love me and give me a home, A warm cozy bed and a big juicy bone.
If you find one for me, I'll
try to be good I won't chew their shoes, and I'll do as I should. I'll love them, protect them, and try to obey when they tell me sit, to lie down or to stay! I don't think I'll make it too long on my own, Cause I'm getting so weak; and I'm, oh so alone.
Each night as I sleep in the
bushes I cry, Cause I'm so afraid that I'm, gonna die. I've got so much love and devotion to give, That I should be given a new chance to live. So Great Master please , answer my prayer and send me to somebody who will really care...
--Author Unknown
Thoughts Of A Stray...
Another morning...I stretch
my tired body. It was cold and rainy last night. But at least that pine tree gave me a little protection.
Still nothing to eat. Let me try a little grass. So many puddles after the rain. I wish the water weren't so muddy. I wish I had a bowl again, like I did back home.
It seems so long ago. I wonder
why they threw me out? I must find some food. Hope that man doesn't chase me away from the dumpster again. Why does he care if I take what he throws out?
I'll walk a little further today.
Maybe I can find a quieter place to rest tonight. It's so noisy by the roadside. Oh, here comes someone walking their dog! Maybe they'll let me follow. NO!!! They're crossing the street! Wait for me! Wait for me!
It's early yet, but I'm so tired.
I think I'll try to sleep. So tired. So hungry. So lonely. "Hey, mom, under that tree! Looks like a dog!," the little boy said. " Honey, it looks like this one didn't make it," the mother said. "poor guy,
he couldn't have been more than six months old."
--Author Unknown
"The greatness of a nation can
be judged by the way its animals are treated."
