Sunday, September 3

It will bring tears to your eys.

A Dog Sits Waiting

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.

by Kathy Flood

4 comments:

Opy - the Original GruffPuppy said...

:-(

Now were is that tissue so mummy can wipe her eyes ? What a sad poem.

Love
Opy

T-man said...

Oh, that's so sad!! Thank goodness someone found me when I was left on the street. Too bad this doggie didn't have anyone to go to.

Jay said...

Sob sob... what a sad poem :(

Macie-Malechai said...

That is the saddest thing our human has read us ever! We can't understand how or why humans leave us dogs behind!!!! We feel very fortunate to have been picked by our Mom & Dad at birth. We know no matter how "rotten" we are they would NEVER get rid of us!