“Shyam”

A pitiful sight of sorrow
In the sewerage he lay
Broken hearted
Soon departed
A soul
Who now was way
Closer to his maker
The street scene around about
Lamentably his suffering
Was now without a doubt

Ribs protruding
Emaciated
Closing in on death
Picked up by the angels
And close to losing breath
Stalbilized and given
Iv fluids to
Help with dehydration
And the awful view

Of a poor dog
In a lowly state
Abandoned long before
Totally exhausted
And clearly very sore
All over
Couldnt walk at all
As wobbly as hell
After cleansing him
We brought him to the sunlight
And be fell

Over weak and very sad inside
But gradually we found
The old boy
Grey of whiskers
Soon he got around
And before long he was
Bouncing and being loved again
“Shyam” just a gentle soul
Whose life was free of pain

He might have had sad memories
His face though had a glow
He just loved to be cuddled
As many of us know
Lonely in our rooms we feel
Lost I have to say
So to see the angels in the streets
And then to watch them play

Feel the joy of caring
Join in with others who
Also once were victims
And now do what they do
Helping each other to improve life
Around the yard each day
“Shyam”was no exception
In his slow swdentary way