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One Loyal Dog

October 2nd, 2009

I’m not ashamed to admit my eyes got a little misty.

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  • 1. Nic  |  October 2nd, 2009 at 12:14 pm

    So glad that one had a happy ending!

  • 2. mzchief  |  October 2nd, 2009 at 1:47 pm

    That story reminds me of the poem, written decades ago, by Kathy Flood about the plight of dogs left abandoned on the side of roads.

    A Dog Sits Waiting

    A dog sits waiting in the cold autumn sun.
    Too faithful to leave, too frightened to run.

    He's been here for days now with nothing to do
    But sit by the road, waiting for you.

    He can't understand why you left him that day.
    He thought you and he were stopping to play.

    He's sure you'll come back, and that's why he stays.
    How long will he suffer? How many more days?

    His legs have grown weak, his throat's parched and dry.
    He's sick now from hunger and falls, with a sigh.

    He lays down his head and closes his eyes,
    I wish you could see how a waiting dogs dies.

  • 3. petri dish  |  October 5th, 2009 at 3:31 pm

    I cried too. Too many dog intensive posts, BON! shame on you for making me cry several times today. :)

  • 4. MR  |  October 5th, 2009 at 1:30 pm

    That story reminds me of the poem, written decades ago, by Kathy Flood about the plight of dogs left abandoned on the side of roads.

    A Dog Sits Waiting

    A dog sits waiting in the cold autumn sun.
    Too faithful to leave, too frightened to run.

    He’s been here for days now with nothing to do
    But sit by the road, waiting for you.

    He can’t understand why you left him that day.
    He thought you and he were stopping to play.

    He’s sure you’ll come back, and that’s why he stays.
    How long will he suffer? How many more days?

    His legs have grown weak, his throat’s parched and dry.
    He’s sick now from hunger and falls, with a sigh.

    He lays down his head and closes his eyes,
    I wish you could see how a waiting dogs dies.

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