Poor Little Pup
Poor little pup
dumped at night
that’s enough to
cause some fright.
Left in a run
behind the pound
waiting for someone
to come around…
Spent 3 days
in a concrete run
thought for sure
her life was done.
Thanks to rescue –
people who cared
her little life
was finally spared.
Original Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2005 ©
Benny
I lived at the shelter
I waited and hoped
that soon I’d be adopted
by some really nice folk.
The months went on
I would whine and cry
the end was near
soon I would die.
I tried to look cute
I would bark and dance
no one noticed
not even a glance.
I made a friend
months ago
she watched and waited
but the going was slow.
Finally at last
she had to say
I’ll take him home
there’s no other way.
Original Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2001 ©
Molly
We don’t know how old she is
or where she was born.
One ear has been injured
her teeth quite worn.
Her heart consumes her total being
the love and joy you can’t help seeing.
She nuzzles and licks, hugs and talks
goes absolutely crazy if you speak of walks.
She lived at the shelter in a dirty old cage
the lonely conditions brought no rage.
She shares her love and brings us joy
she needs nothing more – not even a toy!
Original Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2002 ©
Buddy
Funny long nose
deep brown eyes
raises his paw
almost looks wise.
Strange little ears
not up not down
a kind loving critter
always around.
Found in the street
clear to see
no tag no collar
he belongs to me.
Original Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2001 ©
Sweetie
Curled in my lap
our afternoon nap
a little ball of fur
happy and sure.
Weeks ago
you wouldn’t know
a little lost soul
no where to go.
Alone at night
no one in sight
a frightened little puppy
not feeling lucky.
They took her to the pound
she thought she was found
but no one choose her
wrong color fur.
She hugged and kissed
but seem to miss
finding a home
a place to roam.
But soon came a friend
someone that could bend
feeling love in her heart
they just couldn’t part.
Original Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2002 ©
Charlie
The black and white spaniel
Charlie, Chuck or Chas
he’s always smiling
it’s a little grin that he has.
A stray at large
tossed in a truck
ends up at the shelter
not good luck.
He’s so much trouble
barking and complaining
the staff ignores him
only a few days remaining.
No one cares
he’s coughing and sick
tries to look cute
but he’s no ones pick.
He caught Pat’s eye
gave big wet kisses
he really worked hard
to convey his wishes.
On the road to recovery
he went to the vet
soon a member of the family
she’s glad they met.
Original Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2002 ©
She Never Came Home
Adopted in heart and mind alone
because she really
never came home.
Taken from the shelter
sick and thin
trying to get her well again.
Time at the vets
a few visits alone, a week went by
but she never came home.
They treated and bathed her
the sad eyes shone
but she really never ever came home.
Her time was up, she wasn’t alone
but she really never got to come home.
A tribute to Sadie who we only knew one week
Original Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2002 ©
Sadie was our Basset for only a week, but she
still lives in our hearts!
Good Bye Friend
Memories
linger in thought.
Love
still warms the heart.
Joy
connects the past.
Tears
blur the present.
Time
promises hope for the future.
Original Poetry & Art by Patricia Walter 2002 ©
Pat, Millie & Benny
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