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FINDING A FOREVER HOME

Story ID:762
Written by:Kathleene S Baker (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:Poem
Location:Plano Texas USA
Year:2004
Person:Hank
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FINDING A FOREVER HOME

FINDING A FOREVER HOME

FINDING A FOREVER HOME

FINDING A FOREVER HOME




FINDING A FOREVER HOME
By,
Kathleene S. Baker


Early one morn’ when a tiny pup,
My Mama wept out of control.
With teary eyes she cried and said,
“Today you’re being sold.”

Still whimpering she promised,
“You’ll have a ‘great life’ little boy.
Very soon you’ll forget about us,
And be someone’s pride and joy.”

She said, “You’re off to a ‘forever home,’
‘Cause that’s what fur babies do.
That’s Mother Nature’s plan for pups.
You’ll be loved and cared for too.”

But I was only six weeks old,
Way too young to be on my own.
I needed my Mama and littermates.
I trembled, cried, and moaned.

Those new people were never home.
If they loved me, it didn’t show.
Alone in a cage, I cried all day,
And the hours crept by so slow.

Within a few days we took a trip,
I was dumped where homeless dogs stay.
As I searched their eyes for answers,
They just turned and walked away.

I had been good, even though afraid,
And wondered, “What did I do wrong?”
A baby schnauzer needs lots of love,
And to feel they really belong.

Three whole weeks I bounced around,
As confused as a pup could be.
It wasn’t like Mama promised at all,
A “great life” wasn’t meant for me.

Every day I woke up scared.
Would I move again today?
Why couldn’t anyone love me?
They just kept throwing me away.

Finally two more people arrived,
I sensed only warmth this time.
They scooped me up and kissed me,
Saying, “Now your life will be divine.”

They took me to a wonderful home,
With another doggy and tons of toys.
They say I’m called a rescue dog,
But mainly I’m a much-loved boy.

At last my “great life” has begun,
And no more will my heart ache.
We snuggle close in bed at night,
And I get kisses when I wake.

My heart smiles in my “forever home,”
And love sparkles in my people’s eyes.
I’m only touched with gentle hands,
And baby Hank never, ever cries.



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©2005
Kathleene S. Baker

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