It was written by a woman named Angie who works in a shelter here in Ontario.

 

 Very sad poem, but very powerful.

I killed Another Pit Bull Today

Another day, another damn dollar
I shake my head, and hand back the collar.
I killed another pit bull today
What do you people want me to say?

Believe I heard this story before
Starts with cute little puppy, say no more,
Then that puppy grew up quick
This story is starting to make me sick.

It’s easy for you to walk through my door
But my head hurts and my heart is sore
So I killed another Pit Bull today
People, I don’t know what to say

Dogs at large and people don’t care,
Back yard breeders, responsible owner is rare
Didn’t know if my dog should see a vet
Not spayed or vaccinated either I bet

My shelter door is a revolving one
Everyday when I think I am done
Another Pit Bull Dies that day
Please don’t ask, I don’t know what to say

In the truck just driving around
Barking dogs is a pleasant sound
Pit Bull no muzzle, Breed ban in
This dog will die, what a Sin.

You call me a killer, a murderer right
You’re the irresponsible owner in my sight
So I killed another Pit bull today
And through my tears, I can not say

I got this job so I could care
For the unwanted animals, how is this fair?
Irresponsible owner makes me clean up their mess
My emotions are drained and I need some rest

My future is not looking too bright
Tomorrow things might look better in different light
But for now I will kill another Pit bull today
But you did this; not me is all I can say.
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ONE BY ONE

"One by one, they pass by my cage...too old, too worn, too broken, no way. Way past his time, he can't run and play. Then they shake their heads slowly and go on their way.

A little old man, arthritic and sore, it seems I am not wanted anymore. I once had a home; I once had a bed, a place that was warm, and where I was fed.

Now my muzzle is grey, and my eyes slowly fail. Who wants a dog so old and so frail? My family decided I didn't belong, I got in their way, my attitude was wrong. Whatever excuse they made in their head, can't justify how they left me for dead.

Now I sit in this cage, where day after day, the younger dogs get adopted away. When I had almost come to the end of my rope, you saw my face and I finally had hope.

You saw thru the grey and the legs bent with age, and felt I still had life beyond this cage. You took me home, gave me food and a bed, and shared your own pillow with my poor tired head.

We snuggle and play and you talk to me low, you talk to me dearly, you want me to know.

I may have lived most of my life with another, but you outshine them with a love so much stronger. And I promise to return all the love I can give to you, my dear person, as long as I live.

 I may be with you for a week or for years, we will share many smiles, you will no doubt shed tears. And when the time comes that God deems I must leave, I know you will cry and your heart, it will grieve.

And when I arrive at the Bridge, all brand new, my thoughts and my heart will still be with you. And I will brag to all who will hear, of the person who made my last days so dear."

 

 

'Tray's Poem' written by Leslie Whalen