7/11/08

Sad Eyes

Just would like to share this poem written by Agatha Weeks.


Sad Eyes

Hello, my name is Maggie, and I am four years old. I'm cute and loving,
have big brown eyes, and a mouth full of pearly white teeth.

I make my home in my family's back yard, where I spend my life enclosed
within a dog pen.

***
When I first arrived at my new home, I was so happy, and was loved by
all. I had so much love to give, and was "the apple of their eye". I
was even allowed to spend the night in little Jimmy's room and sleep at
the foot of his bed, for I had learned to potty outside, and not tear up
his shoes.

Everything was going great for me. I loved my new little family, and
longed to be with them, and please them. I could hardly wait for little
Jimmy to come home from school so that he could play with me.

***
But suddenly, when becoming one year old, my life took a drastic turn.
For now that I was no longer "the cute little pup on the block", and the
newness of having me had worn off, no one paid any attention to me any
more, and now I was all alone.

Then one day, little Jimmy's father came and grabbed me by the neck, and
drug me to a cage in the back of our yard. This would become my new
home; a place for me to live out the remainder of my life.

***
Days would come and go, and I'd long to see them so, but that didn't
happen any more. Other than the minute or two that it took little Jimmy
to throw food and water into my cage, I saw no one.

I'd sit in my cage all day long, trying my best to see what the world
was like on the other side of the fence; fearing I'd never know. I'd
hear children playing in the distance, yearning for them to speak to me;
fearing they never would.

***
Then came the winter winds, chilling me to the bone as I lay shivering
alone in the dark night. I could hardly wait for the morning sun to
warm me, while all along still dreading the beginning of a new day.

I could only wonder why my family kept me. Why hadn't they had the
decency to give me to another family who'd love me, not just as a little
pup, but forever, even though I'd grown up and the excitement was over.

***
If only for a moment my family would walk in my paws, they'd know that I
too have feelings, for I hurt, cry, and even dream of being free one
day. But you know, they never will, for to them I'm just a dog.

Maybe one day before I'm dead and gone, they'll realize how sad they've made my
life by denying me the privilege of being loved. If not by their family,
through the loving arms of an adopted one.

***
Always remember that I am your responsibility.

Always remember that I will require discipline, or I will become unruly;
just as your child does.

Always remember that I will require grooming in order to smell good and
look my best; just as you do.

Always remember that I will require daily exercise when locked in a pen,
or I will become sad, fat, and depressed; just as you would.

Last but not least I will require LOVE, for without it, my life wouldn't
be worth living; just as your's wouldn't.

So if you can't give me LOVE, then please give me A-WAY, so that once
again I'll have the will to live some day.

Love, Maggie

P.S. I just wanted to share with you that dreams can, and do, come
true. For my master finally released me, and took me to the Humane
Shelter where I was later adopted by a nice lady, Agatha Weeks; my
spokesperson, and my best friend.

Author: Agatha Weeks