I went to this website and they have a bunch of really sad dog poems. I wanted to share them as they all have messages to be found.
Precious Bertha
- Donna Ayala, 1987
Bertha was a winner
or so her breeder thought
the biggest of the litter
there was not even a male fitter
many would have bought her
if they had only known
but, Bertha's breeder worked hard
her parents were never shown.
One day a couple took a fancy to the pup
the breeder had decided to keep
but we all know how money talks.
Bertha went home with a family
but here the story begins
the child was allergic
Bertha is for sale again
the local paper an outlet
they had to let her go
each day the child sickened
Bertha's heart was broke.
Tears were ever present
as she rode in back of that truck
a guard dog was her purpose
but Bertha just wanted to love
she lashed at the end of her chain
"pet me, pet me please!"
but she wasn't wanted
they could not make her mean.
A madam saw her picture
at the local vet
she bought the dog
sent her away
her friend owned a pet ranch
Bertha seemed happy
the lady here is nice
her bed is warm and dry
the lady bred her twice
Bertha had no puppies
now worthless in her eyes
and so she took poor Bertha
to the shelter to be euthanized.
Bertha cried out weakly
her heart was not intact
she begged each passing visitor
"Oh please love me,
give me a home
I'll always be your friend
and I will never roam"
She touched the hearts of many
"Such a pretty dog!"
"She seems so sweet and gentle"
"Let us give her a home".
A sign hung on her cage
"NOT FOR ADOPTION" (Mean!)
and so the breed
was deemed to be
they did not want the responsibility.
Bertha oh poor Bertha
she only wanted a home
a hug, a touch,
someone to love so much.
Bertha is at rest now
her tombstone should have read
"Here lies precious Bertha
a constant loving friend".
That did not happen
she lies at the local dump
her coffin a plastic garbage bag
along with a tiny numbered ID tag
her bones are not alone
they were all once owned
there are not a surplus
of loving lifelong homes.
Bertha's breeder has a litter
she recalls those of the past
"I wonder what happened to Bertha?
She was one of the BEST!"
I Am Famous Now
- Author Unknown
I was born today. One of 10. My daddy was very famous. I have lots of half brothers and sisters.
My mother is very famous. Since she got famous, she has only had puppies. No more loving hands, no more fun trips...just puppies. She is always sad when they leave her.
I left home today. I didn't want to go, so I hid behind my mama and my three littermates that were left. I didn't like you. But one day they said I would be famous. I wonder; is famous the same as fun and good times?
So you picked me up and carried me away, even though you were concerned about me hiding from you. I don't think you liked me.
My new home is far away. I am scared and afraid. My heart says BE BRAVE. My ancestors were. Did they go to good homes like mine?
I'm hungry because I can't eat too much because it will be bad for my bones. I can't bite or snap when the children are mean to me. I just run and play and pretend I am in a big green field with butterflies and robins and frogs.
I can't understand why they kick me. I am quiet, but the man hits and says loud things.
The lady doesn't feed me good things like I had with my mother. She just throws dry food on the ground, then goes away before I can get too close for touching and petting. Sometimes my food smells bad, but I eat it anyways.
Today I had 10 puppies. They are so wonderful and warm.
Am I famous now?
I wish I could play with them, but they are so tiny. I am so young and playful that it is hard to lay here in this hole under the house nursing my puppies. They are crying now. I am so hungry. I scratch and worry my fur. I wish someone would throw me some food. I am also very thirsty.
I now have eight. Two got cold during the night and I couldn't make them warm again. They are gone. We are all very weak. Maybe if I take them out on the porch, we can get some food.
Today they took us away. It was too much trouble to feed us and someone came to take us away. Someone grabbed my puppies, they were crying and whimpering. We were put in a truck with boxes in it.
Are my babies famous now?
I hope so, because I miss them. They are gone.
The place smelled of urine, fear and sickness. Why was I here? I was beautiful, like my ancestors. Now I am hungry, dirty, in pain and unwanted. Maybe the worst is unwanted. No one came though I tried to be good.
Today someone came. They put a rope on my neck and led me to a room that was very clean and had a shiny table. They put me on the table. Someone held me and hugged me. It felt so good!!! Then I felt tired and laid over the last one who cared.
I AM FAMOUS NOW. Today someone cared.
This Dog and This Child
- Author Unknown
The Dog:
When I'm a puppy, I'll cry at night, and you'll have to get up every couple of hours during the night.
When I'm sick, I sneeze, get runny noses, run a fever, cough, and sometimes throw up.
When I'm hungry my stomach makes noises.
When I'm tired I take a nap.
When I'm thirsty I look for something to drink.
When I'm happy, I smile and when I'm sad, you can see it in my eyes.
When I don't get my way, I throw a tantrum.
When I get hurt, I cry.
When I get hit, I cower.
When I get scared, I hide behind your leg and look to you for assurance.
When you leave me, I miss you.
When you come home from work, I get excited.
When you ask me about my day, I get silly.
When you play catch with me, take me fishing, take me for a walk and teach me stuff about the world, I look to you with admiration.
When you're mad at me, I feel sorrow.
When you're proud of me, I feel accomplishment.
The Child:
When I'm a baby, I'll cry at night, and you'll have to get up every couple of hours during the night.
When I'm sick, I sneeze, get runny noses, run a fever, cough, and sometimes throw up.
When I'm hungry, my stomach makes noises.
When I'm tired, I take a nap.
When I'm thirsty, I look for something to drink.
When I'm happy, I smile and when I'm sad, you can see it in my eyes.
When I don't get my way, I throw a tantrum.
When I get hurt, I cry.
When I get hit, I cower.
When I get scared, I hide behind your leg and look to you for assurance.
When you leave me, I miss you.
When you come home from work, I get excited.
When you ask me about my day, I get silly.
When you play catch with me, take me fishing, take me for a walk and teach me stuff about the world, I look to you with admiration.
When you're mad at me, I feel sorrow.
When you're proud of me, I feel accomplishment.
We have the same feelings, this dog and this child.
We will spark in your emotions, of Joy and of Pride.
We have the same feelings, this dog and this child.
We both feel pain, we both bleed and we both cry.
We have the same feelings, this dog and this child.
We both feel the fear, of you not loving us and of dying.
We ask you to consider, why is one of us more disposable than the other.
Sincerely,
This Dog and This Child
Precious Bertha
- Donna Ayala, 1987
Bertha was a winner
or so her breeder thought
the biggest of the litter
there was not even a male fitter
many would have bought her
if they had only known
but, Bertha's breeder worked hard
her parents were never shown.
One day a couple took a fancy to the pup
the breeder had decided to keep
but we all know how money talks.
Bertha went home with a family
but here the story begins
the child was allergic
Bertha is for sale again
the local paper an outlet
they had to let her go
each day the child sickened
Bertha's heart was broke.
Tears were ever present
as she rode in back of that truck
a guard dog was her purpose
but Bertha just wanted to love
she lashed at the end of her chain
"pet me, pet me please!"
but she wasn't wanted
they could not make her mean.
A madam saw her picture
at the local vet
she bought the dog
sent her away
her friend owned a pet ranch
Bertha seemed happy
the lady here is nice
her bed is warm and dry
the lady bred her twice
Bertha had no puppies
now worthless in her eyes
and so she took poor Bertha
to the shelter to be euthanized.
Bertha cried out weakly
her heart was not intact
she begged each passing visitor
"Oh please love me,
give me a home
I'll always be your friend
and I will never roam"
She touched the hearts of many
"Such a pretty dog!"
"She seems so sweet and gentle"
"Let us give her a home".
A sign hung on her cage
"NOT FOR ADOPTION" (Mean!)
and so the breed
was deemed to be
they did not want the responsibility.
Bertha oh poor Bertha
she only wanted a home
a hug, a touch,
someone to love so much.
Bertha is at rest now
her tombstone should have read
"Here lies precious Bertha
a constant loving friend".
That did not happen
she lies at the local dump
her coffin a plastic garbage bag
along with a tiny numbered ID tag
her bones are not alone
they were all once owned
there are not a surplus
of loving lifelong homes.
Bertha's breeder has a litter
she recalls those of the past
"I wonder what happened to Bertha?
She was one of the BEST!"
I Am Famous Now
- Author Unknown
I was born today. One of 10. My daddy was very famous. I have lots of half brothers and sisters.
My mother is very famous. Since she got famous, she has only had puppies. No more loving hands, no more fun trips...just puppies. She is always sad when they leave her.
I left home today. I didn't want to go, so I hid behind my mama and my three littermates that were left. I didn't like you. But one day they said I would be famous. I wonder; is famous the same as fun and good times?
So you picked me up and carried me away, even though you were concerned about me hiding from you. I don't think you liked me.
My new home is far away. I am scared and afraid. My heart says BE BRAVE. My ancestors were. Did they go to good homes like mine?
I'm hungry because I can't eat too much because it will be bad for my bones. I can't bite or snap when the children are mean to me. I just run and play and pretend I am in a big green field with butterflies and robins and frogs.
I can't understand why they kick me. I am quiet, but the man hits and says loud things.
The lady doesn't feed me good things like I had with my mother. She just throws dry food on the ground, then goes away before I can get too close for touching and petting. Sometimes my food smells bad, but I eat it anyways.
Today I had 10 puppies. They are so wonderful and warm.
Am I famous now?
I wish I could play with them, but they are so tiny. I am so young and playful that it is hard to lay here in this hole under the house nursing my puppies. They are crying now. I am so hungry. I scratch and worry my fur. I wish someone would throw me some food. I am also very thirsty.
I now have eight. Two got cold during the night and I couldn't make them warm again. They are gone. We are all very weak. Maybe if I take them out on the porch, we can get some food.
Today they took us away. It was too much trouble to feed us and someone came to take us away. Someone grabbed my puppies, they were crying and whimpering. We were put in a truck with boxes in it.
Are my babies famous now?
I hope so, because I miss them. They are gone.
The place smelled of urine, fear and sickness. Why was I here? I was beautiful, like my ancestors. Now I am hungry, dirty, in pain and unwanted. Maybe the worst is unwanted. No one came though I tried to be good.
Today someone came. They put a rope on my neck and led me to a room that was very clean and had a shiny table. They put me on the table. Someone held me and hugged me. It felt so good!!! Then I felt tired and laid over the last one who cared.
I AM FAMOUS NOW. Today someone cared.
This Dog and This Child
- Author Unknown
The Dog:
When I'm a puppy, I'll cry at night, and you'll have to get up every couple of hours during the night.
When I'm sick, I sneeze, get runny noses, run a fever, cough, and sometimes throw up.
When I'm hungry my stomach makes noises.
When I'm tired I take a nap.
When I'm thirsty I look for something to drink.
When I'm happy, I smile and when I'm sad, you can see it in my eyes.
When I don't get my way, I throw a tantrum.
When I get hurt, I cry.
When I get hit, I cower.
When I get scared, I hide behind your leg and look to you for assurance.
When you leave me, I miss you.
When you come home from work, I get excited.
When you ask me about my day, I get silly.
When you play catch with me, take me fishing, take me for a walk and teach me stuff about the world, I look to you with admiration.
When you're mad at me, I feel sorrow.
When you're proud of me, I feel accomplishment.
The Child:
When I'm a baby, I'll cry at night, and you'll have to get up every couple of hours during the night.
When I'm sick, I sneeze, get runny noses, run a fever, cough, and sometimes throw up.
When I'm hungry, my stomach makes noises.
When I'm tired, I take a nap.
When I'm thirsty, I look for something to drink.
When I'm happy, I smile and when I'm sad, you can see it in my eyes.
When I don't get my way, I throw a tantrum.
When I get hurt, I cry.
When I get hit, I cower.
When I get scared, I hide behind your leg and look to you for assurance.
When you leave me, I miss you.
When you come home from work, I get excited.
When you ask me about my day, I get silly.
When you play catch with me, take me fishing, take me for a walk and teach me stuff about the world, I look to you with admiration.
When you're mad at me, I feel sorrow.
When you're proud of me, I feel accomplishment.
We have the same feelings, this dog and this child.
We will spark in your emotions, of Joy and of Pride.
We have the same feelings, this dog and this child.
We both feel pain, we both bleed and we both cry.
We have the same feelings, this dog and this child.
We both feel the fear, of you not loving us and of dying.
We ask you to consider, why is one of us more disposable than the other.
Sincerely,
This Dog and This Child
