One By One...
One by One, they pass by my cage,
Too old, too worn, too broken, no way.
Way past his time, he can't run and play.
Then they shake their heads slowly and go
on their way.
A little old man, arthritic and sore,
it seems I am not wanted anymore.
I once had a home, I once had a bed,
A place that was warm, and where I was
fed.
Now my muzzle is grey, and my eyes slowly
fail.
Who wants a dog so old and so frail?
My family decide I didn't belong,
I got in their way, my attitude was wrong.
Whatever excuse they made in their head,
can't justify how they left me for dead.
Now I sit in this cage, where day after day,
the younger dogs get adopted away.
When I had almost come to the end of my
rope,
You saw my face, and I finally had hope.
You saw through the grey, and the legs bent
with age,
and felt I still had life beyond this cage.
You took me home, gave me food and a bed,
and shared your own pillow with my poor
tired head.
We snuggle and play, and you talk to me low,
you love me so dearly, you want me to know.
I may have lived most of my life with
another,
but you outshine them with a love so much
stronger.
And I promise to return all the love I can
give,
to you, my dear person, as long as I live.
I may be with you for a week, or for years,
we will share many smiles, you will no doubt
shed tears.
And when the time comes that God deems I
must leave, I know you will
cry and your heart, it will grieve.
And when I arrive at the Bridge, all brand
new
my thoughts and my heart will still be with
you.
And I will brag to all who will hear,
of the person who made my last days so
dear.
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Originally Posted by cyber-sibes
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