We hope that the poem "He Will Come," presented below, will help everyone to realize that there are too many unwanted dogs which are abandoned or killed by irresponsible owners.
Let's make people understand that those dogs have feelings too.
By the proper education we can decrease the number of animals "sentenced to death."


A poem by: Gina Richey

Don't close the door
Don't push me away
Why push me away
Don't make me stay

Slow down the car
I can't keep up
This pavement is hot
and my pads are cut

I've got to quit running
or my heart will pop
Every muscle is aching
Why didn't you stop?

I'm so hungry and thirsty
Darkness is near
But I shouldn't leave
He will come for me here

Several weeks have passed
I'm dead on my feet
They call me a nuisance
because I eat off the streets

Every car that passes
I chase it to see
If it is my master
Coming for me

Though I approach
those that come near
With trust in my eyes
and no sign of fear

With hate in their voice
and a cold, heartless stare
They threaten to kill me
They don't even care

Batter my body
with rocks that they throw
I will not leave
He will come, don't you know?

Overtaken by weakness
my body is numb
I'm sick and so lonely
Oh please, let him come!

I will go back
to where he first threw me out
I'll wait for him there
He will come, no doubt

My thoughts are fading
My chest feels like lead
I'm sleepy, so sleepy
I can't lift my head

It's so quiet, so peaceful
all remains still
There is my master
at my home on the hill

Yes, I can see him
He's calling my name
His voice is so gentle
His hands are the same

He decided he wants me
Things will be fine
I really do love him
that master of mine

My tail wags with pleasure
I can't catch my breath
He came in my dream
but so did my death.