Poetry

I
love my little puppy, she makes my house a home.
She
is my very sweetest little friend, I never feel alone.
She
makes me smile, she makes me laugh, she fills my heart with love.
Did
someone breed her, or did she just fall from above?
I've
never been a breeder,never seen life through their eyes.
I
hold my little puppy and just sit and criticize.
I've
never known their anguish, I've never felt their pain
The
caring of their charges, through snow or wind or rain.
I've
never waited the whole night through for babies to be born.
The
stress and trepidation when they're still not there by morn.
The
weight of responsibility for this body in my hands.
This
darling little baby, who weights but 60 grams.
Should
you do that instead of this, or maybe that was wrong?
Alone
you fight and hope, one day he'll grow up proud and strong.
You
pray he'll to bring great joy to someone else's home
You
know it's all just up to you. you'll fight this fight alone.
Formulas,
bottles, heating pads,you've got to get this right.
two-hour
feedings for this tiny little guy, through the day and night.
Within
your your heart you dread that you will surely lose this fight.
to
save this little baby, but God willing , you just might.
Day
one, he's in there fighting, you say a silent prayer.
Day
two & three, he's doing well, with lots of love and care.
Day
four & five , she's still alive, your hopes soar to the heavens.
Day
six he slips away again, and dies in your hands
Day
seven , you take this angel, and bury him alone.
With
aching heart and burning tears, and an exhausted groan.
You
ask yourself, "why do this?, why suffer through this pain?
Yet
watch the joy your and your puppies bring, and everything 's
explained.
So,
when you think of breeders and label them with "GREED"
Think
of all that they endure fo fill another's need.
For
when you buy your puppy, with your precious dollars part.
You
only pay with money, while they with all their heart.