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.
