By Kathy Flood
A dog sits waiting in the cold autumn sun,
Too faithful to leave, too frightened to run. He’s been here for days now with nothing to do
But sit by the road, waiting for you.
He can’t understand why you left him that day
He thought you and he were stopping to play.
He’s 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’s parched and dry
He’s sick now from hunger and falls with a sigh.
He lays down his head and closes his eyes
I wish you could see how a waiting dog dies.
I can’t verify the authenticity of this poem’s author, but it’s heartbreaking nonetheless. I have a soft spot for animals, especially dogs, as anyone familiar with this blog knows very well. If you can help, please donate to your local ASPCA to keep more animals from suffering.