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Saturday, December 27, 2008

So young and so alone


Howling little puppy.
In a small wire cage.
Across the street.
In a pet shop.

Crying 'coz he's lonely.
Because it's so empty.
Because they took his friend away.
Because it's so cold.

Barking, sad and tearful.
As people pass him by.
Wagging his tiny tail.
As if that'll catch their eye.

Morning turns to noon.
Still he wails in earnest.
His feeble voice, a whisper.
Still an uncaring world around him.

Refusing to drink his milk.
And not accepting defeat.
Scrambling around his cage.
And not resting his battered feet.

Staring at the strangers.
Reaching out with all he can muster.
Looking longingly at passers-by.
So near and yet so far.

Wishing it was the first time.
That it would be him next.
Puppy-dog eyes, tongue dangling.
That he believed it was all it took.

I reach out to touch him.
But then I recoil and stop.
I'd hate to hurt the little guy.
Can I save him when I'm so lost?

Turning back for one last glance.
No stopping his frantic pleas.
Rushing to stop a tear.
Wishing it wasn't me.

Yelping a sorry song.
And howling for effect.
Pacing around his domain.
His prison and his home.

Whimpering off to sleep.
My howling little puppy.
Still in his small wire cage.
In the pet shop across the street.

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I found this picture on Wayne Pacelle's "The Humane Society of The United States" site . It was part of an article titled "Celeb's Pet Store Purchases Prop Up Puppy Mills". Sad this 'puppy mill' phenomenon. Even more sad is that it continues all over the world, unabated. Tsk, tsk, tsk... I mean, how can you do something like this to something as cute as the puppy in the picture? And that's exactly what I feel for the pet shop across the street from the office. Sometimes, I just want to rush over there, open up the little wire doors to their cages, and liberate the puppies. But, they're puppies, at the end of the day. I mean, what are they supposed to do on their own? Dammit! What a terrible fate, eh? Damned if I do. Damned if I don't.
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