A Dumped Dogs Prayer, Poems at Dreamwolves

Slow down the car, I cant keep up. This pavement is too hot and my pads are cut.

I've got to quit running or my heart will pop. Every muscle is aching. Why don't you stop?

I'm so hungry and thirsty. Darkness is near. But I shouldn't leave, he will come for me here.

Several weeks have passed, I am dead on my feet. They call me a nuisance, because I eat off the streets.

Though I approach those that come near with trust in my eyes and no sign of fear.

With hate in their voices and a cold heartless stare, they threaten to kill me - they don't even care.

Batter my body, with rocks that they throw, I will not leave, he will come, don't you know.

Overtaken with weakness, my body is numb. Im sick and so lonely. Oh please let him come.

I will go back where he first threw me out. I will wait for him there he will come, no doubt.

My thoughts are fading. My chest feels like lead. Im sleepy, so sleepy - I cant lift my head.

Its so quiet, so peaceful - all remains still. There is my master at home on the hill.

Yes, I can see him, he's calling my name. His voice is so gentle, his hands are the same.

He decided that he wants me. Things will be fine. I really do love him, that master of mine.

My tail wags with pleasure. I cant catch my breath. He came in my dreams, but so did my DEATH!!

A dog sits waiting in the cold Autumn sun--
Too faithful to leave, to frightened to run.
He's been there for days now with nothing to do
But sit by the road, waiting for you.

He cant understand that you left him that day;
He thought you and him were stopping to play.
He is sure you’ll come back, and that's why he stays-
How long will he suffer? How many more days?

His legs have grown weak, his throat is parched and dry;
He's sick now from hunger and he falls, with a sigh.
He lays down his head, and he closes his eyes-
I wish I could see how a waiting dog dies.

I was born today, one of 10. My daddy was very famous. I have
Lots of half brothers and sisters. My mother is very famous. Since
She got famous, she has only had puppies. No more loving hands,
No more fun trips... just puppies. She is always sad when they leave Her.

I left home today. I didn't want to go, so I hid behind my mama, and
Three litter mates that were left. I didn't like you. But one day they said
I would be famous. I wonder, is famous the same as fun and good times?
So you picked me up and carried me away, even though you were concerned
About me hiding from you. I don't think you liked me.

My new home is far away. I am scared and afraid. My heart says "be brave"
My ancestors were. Did they go to good homes like mine? I am hungry because
I can't eat too much because it will be bad for my bones. I can't bite or snap when
The children are mean to me, I just run, play, and pretend I am in a big green field
With butterflies, robins and frogs.

I can't understand why they kick me. I am quiet, but the man hits me and says loud things.
The lady doesn't feed me good things like they had my mother, she just throws dry food
On the ground then goes away before I can get close for touching and petting.
Sometimes my food smells bad but I eat it anyway.

Today I had 10 puppies, they are wonderful and warm. Am I famous now? I wish I
Could play with them but they are so tiny. I am so young and playful that it is hard
To lay in this hole under the house nursing my puppies.
They are crying now. I am so hungry. I wish someone would throw me some food.
I am also very thirsty. I now have eight. They got cold during the night and I could
Not make them warm again. They are gone. We are all very weak. Maybe if I take
Them out on the porch we can get some food.

Today they took us away. It was to much trouble to feed us and someone came to take us
Away. Someone grabbed my puppies. They were crying and whimpering. So we were put in
A truck with boxes in it.

Are my babies famous now? I hope so, because I miss them they are gone. The place smells
Like urine, fear, and sickness. Why was I here? I was beautiful, like my ancestors. Now I am
Hungry, dirty in pain and unwanted. Maybe the worst is unwanted. No one came, though I
Tried to be good.

Today someone came, they put a rope on my neck and lead me to a room that was very clean
And had a shiny table. They put me on the table. Someone held me and hugged me.
It felt good! Then I felt tired and looked over to the last one who cared as I laid down.
I am Famous now. Today someone cared.

Prayer Of A Stray

Dear God, please send me somebody who'll care!
I'm tired of running, I'm sick with despair.
My body is aching, its so racked with pain.
And dear God, I pray, as I run in the rain.

That someone will love me, and give me a home
A warm cozy bed and a big juicy bone.
My last owner tied me all day in the yard,
sometimes with no water, and God, that was hard!

So I chewed my own lead God and I ran away,
To rummage in garbage and live as a stray.
But now, God, I'm tired, and hungry, and cold
And I'm so afraid that I'll never grow old.

They've chased me with sticks, hit me with stones,
while I ran the streets, just looking for bones!
I'm not really bad, God, please help if you can,
For I have become a "Victim of man!"

I'm wormy, dear God, and I'm ridden with fleas,
And all that I want is an owner to please!
If you find one for me, God, I'll try to be good,
I wont chew the shoes, and I'll do as I should.

I will love them, and protect them, and try to obey,
When they tell me to sit, to lie down, or to stay!
I don't think I'll make it to long on my own
Cause I'm getting so weak, and I'm Oh, so alone.

Each night as I sleep in the bushes I cry,
Cause I'm so afraid, God, that I'm going to die!
I've got so much love and devotion to give,
That I should be given a new chance to live.

So, dear God, please, please answer my prayer,
And send me somebody who will really care,
That is, dear God, if You're really there!

Bev Davenport