'Tis the night before Christmas and
all through the town,
every
shelter is full ~ we are lost but not found.
Our
numbers are hung on our kennels so bare, we
hope every minute that someone will care.
They'll
come to adopt us and give us the call, "come
here, Max and Sparkie ~ come fetch your new ball!" But
now we just sit here and think of the days..... we
were treated so fondly ~ we had baby ways.
Once
we were little, then we grew and we grew ~ now
we're no longer young, and we're no longer new.
So
out the back door we were thrown like trash, they
reacted so quickly ~ why were they so rash?
We
"jump on the children," "don't come when they call",
we "bark when they leave us,"
"climb over the wall."
We
should have been neutered, we should have been spayed, now
we suffer the consequence of the error they made.
If
only they'd trained us, if only we knew... we'd
have done what they asked us and worshipped them, too. We
were left in back yard, or worse ~ left to roam... now
we're tired and lonely and out of a home.
They
dropped us of here and they kissed us good-by.... "Maybe
someone else will give you a try."
So
now here we are, all confused and alone.... in
a shelter with others who long for a home.
The
kind workers come through with a meal and a pat, with
so many to care for, they can't stay to chat.
They
move to the next kennel, giving each of us cheer.... we
know that they wonder how long we'll be here.
We
lay down to sleep and sweet dreams fill our heads.... of
a home filled with love and our own cozy beds.
Then
we wake to see sad eyes, brimming with tears ~ our
friends filled with emptiness, worry and fear.
If
you can't adopt us and there's no room at your inn ~ cold
you help with the bills and fill our food bin?
We
count on your kindness each day of the year ~ can
you give more than hope to everyone here?
Please
make a donation to play for the heat.... and
help us get something special to eat.
The
shelter that cares for us wants us to live, and
more of us will, if more people give.
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