Just waiting

[caroletenerife]

A Dog sits waiting in the hot summer sun

Too faithful to leave, too frightened to run.

He’s been there for days now with nothing to do

But sits by the road just waiting for you.

He can’t understand why you left him that day;

He thought you were stopping to go with him and play.

He’s sure you’ll come back, and that’s why he stays.

How long can he suffer, how many more days?

His legs have grown weak, his throat parched and dry.

He’s sick now from hunger, he falls with a sigh.

He lays down his head, he closes his eyes.

I wish you could see how a waiting dog dies.

Thanks for taking the time to read this, if you can help any of the abandoned animal shelters in Tenerife in any way, with your time, money, donations to shops....anything at all make a big difference, you can contact them through this Forum xxxxxx

[woodchip68]

Sound like half the Spanish owned dogs near me. I must drive past the same dogs laying in the street everyday. Why do they bother to own one and sometimes two, and have nothing to do with them?
My pet hate for my area is fireworks. It really takes the biscuit when the sound of the fireworks is drowned out by what seems like a million barking dogs.

[caroletenerife]

Sound like half the Spanish owned dogs near me. I must drive past the same dogs laying in the street everyday. Why do they bother to own one and sometimes two, and have nothing to do with them?
My pet hate for my area is fireworks. It really takes the biscuit when the sound of the fireworks is drowned out by what seems like a million barking dogs.

I suppose we should be grateful they are being fed and have a home of sorts. So many being abandonded this year, i came across the poem and thought it poignant. Fireworks and animals dont mix, at least in the UK it happens less often x

[anegib]

Started filling up reading your poem it is a very sad sign of the times.

[craftycarder]

What a beautiful poem but soooo sad

[andyb]

A friend sent me this....

A man and his dog were walking along a road.
The man was enjoying the scenery,
when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.

He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years.
He wondered where the road was leading them.

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road.

It looked like fine marble..

At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.

When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold.

He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.

When he was close enough, he called out, 'Excuse me, where are we?'

'This is Heaven, sir,' the man answered.

'Wow! Would you happen to have some water?' the man asked.

'Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up.'

The man gestured, and the gate began to open. 'Can my friend,' gesturing toward his dog, 'come in, too?' the traveler asked.

'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.'

The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.

After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed.

There was no fence.

As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book....

'Excuse me!' he called to the man. 'Do you have any water?'

'Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in.'

'How about my friend here?' the traveler gestured to the dog.

'There should be a bowl by the pump,' said the man.

They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.

The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.

When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.

'What do you call this place?' the traveler asked.

'This is Heaven,' he answered.

'Well, that's confusing,' the traveler said.

'The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.'

'Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell.'

'Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?'

'No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.'