My life was once good. I was treated and fed,
And lived in a house, with a warm comfy bed.
But one day it went wrong - there were angry words said.
I was frightened, and ran, but They caught me instead.
I don't think the words were directed at me,
About money and cards and some large unpaid fee.
But it must have been my fault. They yelled for so long.
I don't understand, but I must have done wrong.
We went in the car. It felt different that day.
I went for a run, but They just drove away.
I thought They'd come back. I waited for hours,
But nobody came and the sun turned to showers.
It's dark now and cold. I must get to my feet.
I suppose I should try to find something to eat.
I thought that They loved me. It just wasn't true.
The shock is so great, I don't know what to do.
It's been three long days, and I'm hungry and sad.
I don't know why I'm here, but I must have been bad.
It's getting dark now. The rain's turned to snow.
I'll get under this bush, but I really don't know
If I'll still be alive come the dawn of the day.
I really don't mind 'cos I don't want to stay.
The Rainbow Bridge beckons. I think that I'll go.
This dog's life is over, and They'll never know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
such a rare virtue your heart holds. such a finely focused sense of empathy and compassion that you related with accurate internal concerns of a dog struck down with trauma. it genuinely touches my heart. I am awe struck. jaws dropped.
Thank you so much. I admit I feel more in tune with dogs than with people.