Poezie Finding A Forever Home

Early one morn' when a tiny pup,

My Mama wept out of control.

With teary eyes she cried, and said,

"Today you're being sold."



Still whimpering, she promised,

"You'll have a `great life' little boy.

Very soon you'll forget about us,

And be someone's pride and joy."



She said, "You're off to a `forever home,'

`Cause that's what fur babies do.

That's Mother Nature's plan for pups,

You'll be loved and cared for too."



But I was only six weeks old,

Way too young to be on my own.

I needed my Mama and littermates.

I trembled, cried, and moaned.



Those new people were never home.

If they loved me, it didn't show.

Alone in a cage, I cried all day,

And the hours crept by so slow.



Within a few days we took a trip,

I was dumped where homeless dogs stay.

As I searched their eyes for answers,

They just turned and walked away.



I had been good, even though afraid,

And wondered, "what did I do wrong?"

A baby schnauzer needs lots of love,

And to feel they really belong.



Three whole weeks I bounced around,

As confused as a pup could be.

It wasn't like Mama promised at all,

A "great life" wasn't meant for me.



Every day I woke up scared,

Would I move again today?

Why couldn't anyone love me?

They just kept throwing me away.



Finally two more people arrived,

I sensed only warmth this time.

They scooped me up and kissed me,

And said, "now your life will be divine."



They took me to a wonderful home,

With another doggy and tons of toys.

They say I'm called a rescue dog,

But mainly I'm a much-loved boy.



At last my "great life" has begun,

And no more will my heart ache.

We snuggle close in bed at night,

And I get kisses when I wake.



My heart smiles in my "forever home,"

And love sparkles in my people's eyes.

I'm only touched with gentle hands,

And baby Hank never, ever cries.