This poem was written by the 16 year old daughter of one of NEBCR's volunteers. This young lady has an amazing talent and was able to perfectly capture the living hell that these puppy mill dogs go through. NEBCR's "Lucky Seven" are truly the lucky ones...they have a lot of rehab time ahead of them still but they managed to escape their hell. My heart cries for the millions of dogs that aren't so lucky...
His Tomb
Alexandria Malfitano
In the dark and dreary room,
he sat in his personal tomb.
Stack upon stacks of crates,
cutting tiny paws
that have never felt the cool grass beneath them.
His Tomb
Alexandria Malfitano
In the dark and dreary room,
he sat in his personal tomb.
Stack upon stacks of crates,
cutting tiny paws
that have never felt the cool grass beneath them.
The dark blanket covers his dwelling,
hiding his face from mine,
and I feel weak.
The foreboding air tells a story of horror.
Be loved,
or be nothing.
His small life has only begun,
and yet he has been slated for death.
I look under the cover, and he looks at me.
A face so full of fear and desire,
a body emaciated from lack of food,
fur that has never been brushed,
eyes that have never been met with love,
and it breaks my heart in two.
He is but a product to sell,
and nothing more to those who own him.
I snap the photo, and whisper,
“I’ll come back for you.”
His eyes light up with hope,
then turn dull again.
He hides back inside himself,
the only safe place left.
I will break open this puppy mill,
and save his life.
No longer will he and the others,
live in their own tomb,
but with real families,
who will love them and care for them.
I will help him.
I will help them.
We can save them.
If you would like to donate toward the care of the "alledged" puppy mill dogs that New England Border Collie Rescue recently took in, please visit http://www.nebcr.org/
