Category Archives: Dogs

A street dog That had clearly Gone through wars For he Had lost his leg And had lost an eye But despite that Significantly He was kind of philosophic His expectations high He was mindful and understanding And his powers … Continue reading →

Lying in a storm drain Sewage all about Under a ledge close to the road Worthy of a shout A bitch was hit By a motor bike And clearly was in pain Clearly a hip problem Life msg felt In … Continue reading →

There he lay Hope had left him Deterioration And decline Exhaustion On a downward course He bore every sign Of lack of care Of lack of love Of neglect And agony His solace broke Our hearts that day So we … Continue reading →

He really took it badly Being knocked down he Found his back legs injured And his back too Tragically Constant pain debilitates It sinks into one’s soul You lose the confidence to walk It has you in its control Clearly … Continue reading →

“lola,”had crawled onto a rubbish tip And was lying quietly there Presumably to venture To the rainbow bridge aware This is really what canines do Knowing their passing soon Go and hide away and stare up at the moon Her … Continue reading →

Excluded from humanity In squalor and in slum Street dogs disadvantages Their whole world clearly numb Unseen by the motorists And driven into they Lay around the city Every single day One such hound was “pintu” A mongrel to regard … Continue reading →

There she was so desperate Leaping through a narrow space She impales herself on an aerial Through her stomach We must brace ourselves As we inspect her Head down near the floor And the only course of action To slide … Continue reading →

We found “Edward” On a rubbish tip By a barbed wire fence Bathing in pure hopelessness He could’t make no sense Of life out On the roadside The Dust dirt and despair His hopes had been extinguished He was hopelessly … Continue reading →

By a dry stone wall A cloud of flies And one small dog Really lying motionless Just another cog In the great big world of animals Lying in the street Who nobody takes any notice of Just lying soaking up … Continue reading →

I want you to imagine How it just must feel To have your intestines Hanging out of your stomach Yes for real Lying underneath a car For shelter and for rest Where you think you are safer And it feel … Continue reading →

Seing her for the first time Ones heart missed several beats The condition was extraordinary Extremes clearly unseats The logic and the feeling Of any caring soul To see a dog in such distress With mange out of control Not … Continue reading →

We found her by the roadside As frightened as she could be A swollen face we tried to chase Tried to feed to see How clearly in some pain she was Suffering a lot She wouldn’t eat Looked dizzy She … Continue reading →

“Shanti” in a gulley sat Quietly her existence at The crossroads life for her Was mean Just meagreness nothing had been Happy for a long long time It felt meaningless To try and climb Out of where she was today … Continue reading →

Underneath a counter In a slum area we see A shadow of his former self Looking painfully Out upon the tumble of People thereabout Drenched in people poverty Of that there was little doubt Really badly injured One of his … Continue reading →

There he lay So quietly In a slum area of town Really very much the worse for wear And was clearly down His family were poor traders No money for the vet And they called animal aid Unlimited they bet … Continue reading →

An innocent wee fellow A puppy dog was he TINKER is what we called him Unfallen and saintly He was so inoffensive But looked sad and forlorn Both his eyes infected And he had not been born Very long so … Continue reading →

Lying in the sunshine Clearly in distress A dog who wasn’t moving And nobody cared less animal aid unlimited Found him and were sure His need was an emergency As his stomach he had tore A gaping hole apparent His … Continue reading →

The call was to a shrubbery Dense with flowers all green And lying there a tan and white Bitch so very lean Clearly badly wounded A head injury Possibly a brain problem That’s what it’s seemed to be We wrapped … Continue reading →

When Ben came in He was in a cage Couldn’t walk Hard to gauge Any movement He did cry And Fairly soon I think would die Left outside in the street Really all that dust and heat All those injuries … Continue reading →

Underneath a broken car She lay grasping some shade Hairless,mange made her a victim A mother who was laid Bare beneath the dripping oil And fluids and the rust Of how her world Now upside down With no one she … Continue reading →

A street dog living on a ledge With waste ground all about Clearly something impacted him There just could be no doubt He was so in the worse for wear Literally torn apart His left front leg was hanging By … Continue reading →

Severely wounded About the head and neck The ear and eye Wounded covered in maggots It looked as though she would die Full on trepidation Though aspiring in a way Beginning the treatments On that very first day The wounds … Continue reading →

Oliver was prostrate To all the world he seemingly Was dead or very close to dying Half under a car was he Covered in a mass of flies Motionless just there Lying in the gutter In his true despair Animal … Continue reading →

At the forest edge A disused well Very deep Where A bitch had fell Into the shaft And onto the floor With water and rubbish She cried and more She sobbed all day She sobbed all night Slimier she became … Continue reading →

That boy was the worse for wear Demodectic mange everywhere Intense itching Inflammatory Parasitic mites you see He was smothered all his hair Scratched away With no one to care Drinking from the gutter he Found infections generally Encrusted bones … Continue reading →

Into the garden and there made to lie Mans so called best friend A truly loyal guy Feeling so sickly Looking real bad So pale and withdrawn And immensely sad Crawled into a garden To lay his sweet head and … Continue reading →

Hit by train A terrible shock Trauma apparent A horrible knock An injured head An injured lung Crawling into the scrub And just lay among The weeds and stones Around the track Awaiting death There seemed no way back Observing … Continue reading →

Poor little blighter All alone There in a puddle Of blood, A moan We hear as he lies A severe head Injury sadly Just looks dead They bring a blanket And lift him, he Stirs and moves Frighteningly Final breaths … Continue reading →