Written by an Animal Shelter volunteer in Massena, NY.
No more lonely cold nights or hearing that I'm bad
No more growling belly from the meals I never had.
No more scorching sunshine with a water bowl that's dry
No more complaining neighbors about the noise when I cry.
No mor hearing "shut up", "get down", or "get out of here"!
No more feeling disliked, only peace in the air.
Euthansia is a blessing, though some still can't see
why I was ever born, If I weren't meant to be.
My last day of living was the best I ever had,
Someone held me very close, I could see that she was sad.
I kissed the ladys face and she hugged me as she cried.
I wagged my tail to thank her, then I closed my eyes and died...
I found this poem at Showdog-Magazine.com
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