A BREEDER’S TALE
He always is my best friend, I never feel alone.
He makes me smile, he makes me laugh, he fills my heart with love,
Did some breeder breed him? Was he sent from heaven above?
I’ve never been a breeder, or seen life through their eyes
I hold my little puppy, just sit and criticize.
I’ve never know their anguish, I’ve never felt their pain,
The caring of their charges, through snow or wind or rain.
I’ve never waited all night long for puppies to be born,
The stress and trepidation when they’re still not there by dawn….
I’ve never felt the heartache of a little life in my hands,
A darling little puppy who weighs just 60 grams!!
Should you do this instead of that? Or just pray to God?
Alone you fight, and hope one day he’ll grow into a dog.
Bring joy to another being and make a house a home.
Formula, bottle, heating pads you’ve got to get this right,
Two hourly feeds for this little mite throughout the day and night.
In your heart you know it, you’ll surely lose the fight
To save this little baby, but God willing, you just might….
Day one he’s in there fighting, you say a silent prayer,
Day two and three he’s doing well, with lots of loving care
Day four and five – he’s still alive your hopes soar to the heavens!
Day six he slips away again, dies in your hands day seven.
You take this little angel and bury him alone,
With aching heart and burning tears, (and an exhausted groan),
You ask yourself, Why do this? Why suffer all the pain?
But see the joy that puppies bring – it really self explains!
So, when you think of breeders and label them with “greed”
Think what they sometimes endure to fill another’s needs
You only pay with money…
We pay with our hearts.
With thanks to an Unknown Author