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Hannah's poem is a look through the eyes of a rescued guinea pig, seeing both the sorrow and, ultimately, the happiness. Thanks for your wonderful insight and thanks for caring, Hannah. Please note, Mr. Miyagi, the guinea pig in the photo below was abandoned in an empty field by his former caretaker, picked up by shelter personnel, and later adopted.

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mr. miyagi who was abandoned in a field

The Life of a Rescue
 
When he bought me, he thought he really wanted me,
He didn't.
For weeks my cage was soiled,
For days I had no food,
He didn't want to pay the cost,
To turn me into the rescue.
So he stuffed me in a plastic bag,
and dropped me on the doorstep,
of the one place that would take me in,
The Rescue.
 
They found me in the morning,
and took me right inside.
I was wrapped up in warm blankets,
and checked over by a vet.
They put me in a room,
with others just like me.
Most were scared,
but some just sat and stared.
Life ment nothing to them now.
It had been awhile since my drop-off,
and I thought I was finally safe.
I wasn't.
Morning brought a deadly silence,
as a new mark was put on my cage.
The Mark.
I had been sentanced to death.
 
My hope was long gone,
as my life would soon be.
As I lay down in a corner,
a head appeared,
staring curiously at me.
No matter.
She would soon pass me,
but she stayed.
At last she opened my cage,
and cradled me in her arms.
I wondered why she loved me,
as I was obviously worthless.
She held me for a long time,
and I finally fell asleep.
 
When I awoke,
things wern't the same.
A different scent,
a different cage,
softer bedding,
and tastier food.
I jumped when I saw the girl,
sitting by my cage.
It was then I understood.
 
This girl had given me a chance,
when no one else had cared.
When I looked into her loving eyes,
I knew two things for sure.
I finally knew what love felt like,
and at long last,
I was home.
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