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I wish you could
see as I sit here today,
Tears
filling my eyes, the loss In my heart...
For a dog unknown to you.
Her
body strong, her eyes bright,
Gleaming with anticipation for any little treat.
Locked in a cage for more than a month,
Her hope never faded, Her trust never waived...
Though
her card said "Caution,"
With love she obeyed.
Sitting up straight on her hard plastic bed
Begging once more, "Just please scratch my head"
My love for this pup was hard to endure,
For
the day before her time was due, I gave her a bone
which she dropped to the floor.
She knew...I had come to say goodbye.
I
cursed the owner for Shawna's fate! When next someone exclaims:
"How could you work here?"
No,
we're not to blame, only doing your dirty-work
With anger, not shame. Not "Puppy-killers," or "evil"...
Just the last loving hand to say goodbye...
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I wrote this about only one out of thousands of dogs who die at shelters every year. Although the public perceives kennel workers as unfeeling and cold, my heart gets broken every day at this job ... but I'm still strong enough to be here, because even if it's just one I can help or save, then I've done my job. -An anonymous kennel worker The San Diego Union-Tribune, Wednesday, September 16,1998 As
posted on the Thomas J O'Connor Regional Dog Pounds |