by Jackie Vera
I did not ask to grow old or lose my sight, I can still wag my tail at a friendly voice. Although I don't have much reason to. I was left behind. Abandoned, to find my way with cloudy vision and stumbling feet. Why did'nt you want me anymore? Was it something I did? I am waiting for you. Won't you come? They will end my life tomorrow, because I am old, and you have not claimed me, who wants an old dog with a large tumor in my mouth which makes it difficult to eat, death seems better than watching the endless parade of eager families looking for "just the right dog". I was young once. But they pass my cement prison, without a glance. If I could get up and lick their hand I would. As you end my life be gentle, someone loved me once. Someone loves me still.
No Name Dog #68571