 You come in from the cold and shut your door You feel the warmth You smell the fresh baking that you made this morning You laugh as your crazy Bostons race each other to be the first to greet you You see the feather on the floor You look for what pillow was destroyed You scold them but you don't mind too much You think once a Boston, always a Boston You look at your Christmas tree and admire the lights, and ornaments You look at the presents underneath You smile You are almost done your shopping You curl up in front of your fire place Your bostons worm their way under your blanket Your eyes slowly close as you listen to their rythmic snores Not too far away another door is shut He is cold He is scared He smells so many unfamiliar dogs he begins to shake He hears barking, so much barking He finds the small blanket that is his only relief from the cement floor He wonders what is happening and where are the people he knows He knows that they never paid too much attention to him but they were familiar He knew their smell He cannot smell them in this place He sees a stranger enter He watches the stranger approach him He tries to hide in the corner but that does not keep the stranger from the coming He is scared he will be hurt...so many smells....so much noise...who is this person His ears go down He cowers, as the human reaches for him He needs to protect himself He bites He is in a different room. He is held down as he tries to get away. He tries to ask them what is happening. Can't they see it in his eyes? He is scared He is a good boy He feels a poke and yelps He feels sleepy His eyes close never to open again. I know the Christmas season is coming and we are all busy. Family, friends, get togethers, trips even. I know we have our own obligations, our own dogs... our own stresses. But somewhere not to far from you a Boston may take his last breath. May never be able to know love, to curl up under a blanket, to have good food everyday, to greet someone at the door who is happy to see him. Who was never given a chance to show what a good boy he is. Who could have had years and now will only have seconds. Please help BTRC help them. Please. Lets give them another chance at life. It may not be perfect but I can promise it will be rewarding. You curl up under the blanket for your next nap...maybe one more snore joins the melody. FOSTERING Becky Cox BTRC Alberta Coordinator |
