There is Life Left in Me

November 29, 2012

I was a good boy, Thankful and proud, I wasn’t too nosey And I wasn’t too loud. What had I done To be pushed to the ground Numerous miles From my beloved town? I have much to give To the loving soul Who sees I have potential, No heart made of coal. There is life left in me, I am more than you see, I am the worthy companion You want me to be.

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sheldon01Nov 29, 2012

There have been many cruelty cases involving dogs where these animals have been left by the side of the road to fend for themselves. They have what it takes to be wonderful pets, but they need the help of providing owners for them to shine.