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It's been three months since the day when you died.You were a wonderful dog and that can't be denied.I remember the day when I bought you.When you died, it was a terrible thing to go through.
Some Chihuahua dogs are hateful but you weren't hateful in the least.You were a very special dog and it's painful because you're deceased.Just one month ago today, you were still alive.
I found you lying dead on my kitchen floor.It was sad because you couldn't be my dog anymore.On August the 27th of 2013, I adopted you.It was a really wonderful thing for me to do.
Cats, round balls of fur.
They move only in blurs.
Does my vision deceive?, Godspeed.
A cat zooming by at topspeed.
Sadly, your existence ended eighteen months ago.On July 11, 2020, you would have no tomorrow.You were a very pretty dog with brown fur.You died and it certainly was hard to endure.
When my Chihuahua died during the Summer of 2020, I was devastated.When I had to say goodbye and bury her, it was something that I hated.At first, I wasn't going to buy another dog because it hurts too much when they die.
You were like a daughter to me and I was like a dad.Your death was heart-breaking because it was so bad.I got the idea to call you my baby doll because that was what Mom called her cat.
If somebody says that I don't care about my dog, it will be a lie.On August 18, 2020, I bought my new dog and she's my Sweetie Pie.She loves to lick my cheeks and my chin.Hazel loves to lick me over and over again.
I wasn't going to buy another dog because it hurts too much when they die.But I decided to buy another dog and she is my Sweetie Pie.When it comes to the heart, losing a pet sure will break it.
It was six months ago today when you drew your final breath.When I found you in my kitchen, I learned about your death.It was the day that every pet owner dreads.At about 10 PM, I learned that you were dead.
When you died, it brought about sadness, pain and tears.You died three months ago today, that's a fourth of a year.You died ninety-two days ago.Your death was a devastating blow.
(Note: This is not a picture of my cat. It's a picture of a cat that looks very similar.)
You were without doubt the best dog I've ever had.Your death has broken my heart and I'm very sad.When I named you Agnes, I named you after my late mother.I was your owner and you and I had a lot of love for one another.
The grass of the backyard
Is a wild jungle,
The clover a dense thicket
A golden hunter,
She tramps through the green
Eyes bright,
What color red is she, I say.
Her fur so shining-smooth.
It bounces and rolls
like waves of water,
crashing as she runs through the night.
The ginger envelops the currant
I, travelled amongst the jungle
Searching for a rare species,
Which people would call em' the blue bird.
This morning, I experienced some good luck.I bought a Chihuahua for one hundred bucks.My new dog is brown and his name is Red.He will be my dog for many years ahead.Like other dogs, he probably loves to gnaw on bones.
To you it might not seem a lot
And to you he cannot give it thought
But for every little thing you do
He owes his entire world to you.
They bark,
They roar,
They tweet,
They squeak.
These 2 legged, 4 legged, 8 legged friends
Will be my influences until the end.
They have taught me to be passionate.
Delicate eyes showed through the light
A message from above
An Angel in disguise
You taught me how to love
You told me to be bright
You taught me during day
You taught me during night
My Angel
Oh, How I miss you
My Angel
Oh, How much I loved you
My darling baby girl, My Angel
You made my life so much more eventful
We knew each other for almost 12 years
Orange, white, black, and brown,
I know you won’t let me down.
Round, fluffy, chunky monkey,
Why are you always hungry?
Playful, smart, clever, beauty,
You are my splooty booty.
Muggy water, gooey mud
Lily pads with bright pink buds
A fish, a fly, a heron
Swarming swirling swamp, a heaven.
Rain! A great grey day.
From the early mornings
until the late nights, oh what a sight.
No you don’t bark,
bark you have never.
But you listen
Like the leaves brushing outside of my window in soft strokes
Once upon a time
There was a little kitten
Who was very different
From the others in her litter
She was born in a barn
Every day he does the same.He lounges around, he gets nearbut then goes away.I always wonder why he doesn’t stay.
Pale green stare
Frizzy orange golden hair
Outside looking in
And still you love and care
I'm sorry you're out there
I wish she would have cared
I'll take you with me
And we can both live there
Lacy trails of light shroud her in golden fog,
Feline figure illuminated, nature’s sunny spotlight dancing softly over her
Tiny paws stretch curiously along the shadow cast by the open window.
Cowering in the corner
six feet underground,
Sapphire blue eyes pleading,
Pleading to be found
Parents heard cries
From the helpless,
Helpless creature stuck
In the sewer, out of luck
A ravenous hunger
A wolf I am
Creeping up on it's prey
Silent but so deadly
Stalking the night
It's good to be afraid
A girl I used to be
A wolf I am
Why is finding happy upbeat songs so hard to do?
They are always on the radio (the same ones over and over)
But as soon as you try to find one alone they are like
My cats
meow a song
of hunger and thirst while
we prepare meals for their routine
dry feast.
They run
back and forth between the kitchen
and the hall where they eat,
Jay seems like a monster in the morning
Angry about having to leave his bed
Yet once he has his coffee a change happens
Relaxation, relief and more awake than before
My dog really loves to be scratched
On his ears and head
Oscar, so cute, he makes me happy
I'm a tiger. He's a lion,
Or maybe it's a she.
Well, I guess it doesn't matter,
Because I am better than them, you see?
You may call them the animal kings,
And, yes, they're pretty tough,
They Come.Flapping their feathered wings.Mocking me in their bizarre language of squawks and gibberishCircling like vultures above unsuspecting vesselsSearching for scraps. If one brings out food on a boat, They Come. They Come in their vast numbe
I've got a new dog and she's as pretty as she can be.She has light brown fur and her name is Marie.She is a very sweet dog and I'm glad that she's so tame.She is special, that's why I gave her my mom's middle name.
What have I become?
All I want to do is lie
somewhere,
on the soft and
unbroken earth.
Feel the pulse of mother's womb,
hear the coyotes calling,
wade into a cold
rushing river
A meadow so quiet you can hear each snowflake
land, as it hits the crisp glistening snow top.
A sky so clear even the stars
reflect off the blurry ground
A jungle environment
With fists clenched tight.
Clinging onto fig branches
Like a baby koala.
Fingers sharp and tightened,
Like ET,Calling phone to home.
Eye sockets widened,
Never has there been a trustier steed!
He never falters,
Never complains about the rocky road.
Pushing on towards his given destination,
No matter how fatigued he feels.
He gives you his all,
Look at me now; tell me what you see?
A small new puppy full of hope and need.
I do not speak or seem to hear,
though now and then I show real fear.
What will I be when I am grown?
He noticed me and picked up a brush;
he is his canvas.
He was missing a few stripes
and wanted to fill them in.
Black streaks fly across the painting;
the strokes looked almost skin like.
I am a beastI wonder what the future holdsI hear my steady heartbeat as I run this raceI see my hard work paying off
Mother and Father gave me a kitten.
When they knew they wanted one,
It took a whole nine months for them to get it!
My new kitten was
Adorable, tiny, and fragile.
A little white feather on a boring swan lay,
wanted to go on an adventure that day,
so he unbuckled himself from the coat so white,
and sailed off without any fright.
Over the meadows and trees he floated,
Hearing the lashing tail
as it waves snow away,
coldness never seems to fail.
Although the snow seems to fray
as Summer begins to unveil.
The ground begins to harden
I'm a pest,
And I'm a thief.
Though, I do not mean no harm,
I disturb your peace.
But can you give me my peace?
Can you give back what you took from me?
Only half is fine.
I'm all alone on this rainy, cold and empty street.
Where have you gone?
Do you still care about me?
Look i see a light on!
I'm limping up to the door hoping to find you there.
She doesn't always get it right
At least, she's always learning.
Her big mistakes and selfish ways
Will one day be forgotten.
She doesn't always realize
The weight she's born to take.
Humans are so fragile
They must be taken care of.
But animals don't matter
Since they're never given love.
You begin to walk away
Like you did no harm.
The animals died today
I now stand alone; the last of my kind. My ears search the woodland for a familiar sound, but i am disregarded with silence. My mind is astray with thoughts of affliction and revenge. I am overcome with all loss of communication.
Changes A Pit Bulls Name
I see pain in those eyes,
each thing thats happened,
One of my old poems:
Sometimes I feel like a puppet,
Pulled along in another's hands
Obeying the orders to do this or do that
My every rebellion already orchestrated
Oh, bear,you rage and roarincomprehensiblyYou are angry, but I don’t know why.
Oh, bear,you rage and roarall the morebecause you cannot make yourself known.
The most bothersome thing for me is my dog
all he does is lie like a log
He never wants to go and play catch
no matter how loud I scream "Fetch"
It is so painful when he bites
You don’t know
Do you
What it’s like
Not to be loved
Not to have
What you
Take for granted:
A home.
What do you
Know about
Hunger and
Pain and
The job that would change my life is becoming a Veterinarian. I want to help animals and care for them. Ever since I was at the age of 9 and I got my first puppy for Christmas I knew I loved animals and wanted to help them in any way I can.
For all of my lifeI have been told,"follow the crowd"and "fit the mold".But I am unique,you see.
I was born
and I loved you
Who am I kidding?
I still love you
I know you, you you
They whispered through the slivers of light
as they passed the rattling big thing,
"You belong somewhere else,
What have I done?
Why do you beat me?
Why won't you answer me when I cry throughout the night?
These questions are running through their heads
What wrong have they done?
They just want your love
I look in your eyes and what do i see?
I see my reflection and you abusing me
Why do you do this?
Have I not shown you love?
How do i deserve this?
What have i done wrong?
glistening gold eyes
peering with curiousity
the slender black
frame
stalking and
circling
innocently evil.
He'll be out of his misery soon
There it is
The only thing I want to see
A smile
i wonder who it could be
that would want me for me
who could include my faults
in whats best of me
why cant i see
when will he show
its been a dream of mine
he holds the key
how could you hurt
something so defenseless
how could you not love
something so innocent
shame on you, just shame on you
a life that hurts an animal is less than a life to me
I watched as the stranger beat my mother with a rod.
I watched as he threw her onto a truck.
I watched as the stranger beat my father with a rod.
I watched as they threw him onto a truck.
Is it truly fun?
To see them writhe in pain
Your an awfully sick bastard
What have you to gain?
If i hurt you as you did to them
Would you still be smiling
And decide that it's okay
i bring home a warm soul
a bouncing tail
a warm tongue
what a gift
its nature is wild
it runs with delight
happy panting
what a gift
it misbehaves
We as humans go about our day, simply living our lives
Sincere love is a trivial thing
Not everyone gives, not everyone gets
Humans focus on the worldly things around
Judging and mocking on how fancy the suit is your walking in around
I lift my ears, lift my eyes
Look up to the cloudy sky
Rain falls, soaking me
people hold their noses
Why can't someone embrace me
For who I am
For who I will be
I want to help
I lift my ears, lift my eyes
Look up to the cloudy sky
Rain falls, soaking me
people hold their noses
Why can't someone embrace me
For who I am
For who I will be
I want to help
Taylor
Talkative, weird, funny, cuddlier
Daughter of Jim and Tammy
Lover of Chinese, Pizza, Animals, and German Shepherds
Who feels happy around animals, and at Warped Tour
Sad at Funerals
I am the one who fought for you
Because it’s what you asked.
I am the one who would have died for you
If to me that is what you tasked.
We have feelings too, sir.
I'm sorry for whatever I did.
I promise, it won't happen again, sir.
Why must you do this to a being much less powerful than you.
I limp, I bleed, I cry, because of you, sir.
Hundreds of children
All yelling with glee
Come running inside
With much to see.
I sit here,
Scared and alone,
Your legs were too skinny for your shorts
The day you walked into the room, your cotton shirt
About to billow, as if it could, on the unseen zephyr of your shoulders:
I do not have nine lives
My wounds take time to heal
They hurt and I have no pain medicine
When I am abused, how do you think I feel?
I do not shed human tears
But I do make noise from the pain
Lion Lion in the plain,Giant paws and golden mane,Licks his lips craving meat,Scans the plain for prey to eat.
My favorite animal is
Homo sapiens sapiens
This mammal has it all
It's cute
It's smart
It is easily house trained
It's so adaptable
So good at long distance travel
The apathetic deal with their emotions by not touching them.
Thoughts, what thoughts?
They turn feeling into physicality
Some say its a brute, primal way.
But it's genius,
Brilliant,
I’m home right now and daddy’s at it again
Drinking into his normal haze
While he slips into his other phase
I’m hiding in the closet like I do every night
When daddy’s drunk and nothing’s right
Those eyes blazed
Jaws wide with rage
Looming so large above me
All I wanted was to play
Teeth through flesh
Warm red water covers me
All is fear
All I wanted was to play
Why am I here? What have I done to deserve this? Shampoo in my eyes. Give me cancer for a cause. Rush smoke in my lungs. I am an animal, I want to live free. Why cant the just let me be?
I step inside.
Yipping, barking, whining, kennels rattling, claws clicking, tongues licking,
White, tan, black, brown, tall, short, long, stubby, floppy ears, black noses,
They say im man's best freind,
But if that's true why are they doing this?
Why do they hit me like they do?
All i've done to them is love them,
I've protected their kids and now this!
His game was astronomical
This young boy who loved to hunt
In the underbrush of the forest
sun halve past twelve
A fox appeared ahead
Golden fur and bright brown eyes
Small, pitiful eyes,
looking at me.
hoping, wishing, longing
to be free.
they all look to us
for a new family.
Mourning the deaths of loved ones is indifferent when you’re talking about animals
Some say they understand dealing with the acute pain of having someone die painfully but most don’t
Everyday I wake
Early in the morning
The sun is at the Sea line
And I know its the perfect time
I Walk through the house
And to my masters room
I lick her ear
And she awakens too
I've never had an owner Yelped, whined..those didn't work
And you've never had a pet I waited for you to sleep.Then ran away;
Pinches and medicine,
Needles and a poke.
This just has to be a painful joke.
Their squirms are minimal,
Their cries are silent,
Allowing the ‘caretakers’ to be violent.
Behind a metal door,
My heart begins to feel sore.
It’s been beating painfully for days,
I’m hoping, just pleading it’s a daze.
Pairs of eyes dart from me to a friend.
Hit the floor running, that's what they say
But there's only so far you can run
In this bricked up place with these
tiled floors filled with sickness, sad-
ness, and sterilization. But that's why I'm here:
Like a best friend,
Poetry is there.
It is always open,
And it is always fair.
Like a mother,
Poetry is there.
It will always accept you,
No matter what you dare.
It sits in hard, smooth splendor
There was a face here
Once
The wisdom of years and years
Shriveled down to a compact plastic
Let me tell you a story
Of an invisible horse
And a man who gained glory
For catching it, of course.
Do you see the sparkle in my eye?
Or am I just another lie?
To stand at your feet
Do you believe
Fall into my arms
I'll share my darkest fears
If you promise to take my tears.
Call me by name
She ran.
Past the creaky rocking chair and the old tin can,
Through the mahogany door and into the wrinkled man.
She jumped the white picket fence just to see.
The mental state of a young black kid is contended
The fast life he has seen on the screen is addictive
Having money and clothes is all he thinks about
Plus the thought of cigars going in his mouth
Expectation is experience laced with arrogance.
I would be lying to you if I told you that I expected this.
Because of this, the impact was cushioned by a pathetic surrender to a philosophy of acceptance.
Don’t call me weak,
because a movie can cost me a tear.
I can be emotional, so to speak.
But calling me weak, I don’t adhere.
They are creatures just like you and me,
That can't speak or defend them self.
People treat them crudely,
And that doesn't include myself.
Animals are helpless against abuse,
but that's not an excuse.
When you hear "animal"
What do you think?
Furs of brown,
Or collars of pink?
What about man?
The ones with no virtues,
The ones we can't stand,
The ones we can't rescue.
Skipping lines and skipping parts
Do you know wherethebegginingstarts
Feel the constant beating of your heart.
Then all of a sudden.
It falls apart
This is a tale of a Castor Canadensis
who, as most beavers, was built for life in the water
North America's largest rodent by the name of Mr. Memphis
was skilled in swimming and an amazing doctor.
All I see are the bars on my cage.
All I can see is that which impedes my freedom.
Freedom!
I dream of freedom.
This concept, I do not know what it entails.
All I know is what freedom means to me:
The link to Boo: http://www.petfinder.com/petdetail/24057017
Down the jaded, dusty road to the west,
Clouds form coalitions with no lassitude,
And white billows transcend beyond the dark ones,
Occult behind the density of the precursors of a transformation.
They think we are subservient,
They think we do not know.
They think we are susceptible
To their cruel, ungodly show.
Listen to Me for once in your life!
You don't know what this pain really feels like.
No one knows what I'm saying to you.
All you hear is a bark or two.
I lie neglected all day, every day.
Day after day I look through these bars and wonder why I'm here.
You left me.
Strangers look at me like I've done something wrong.
Why won't you come back?
Wasn't I good enough?
Did I do something bad?
