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“Pound to Sanctuary”
I don’t mean to be ungrateful, but I’m living in a concrete cell
They said they’d find a home for me, but when, oh when, pray tell
This place is really heaven, after some of the places I’ve known
But my only one desire, is to have a place called “home”!Every now and then someone passes, they peer between the bars
I try to look my best for them, and not show them my scars
A key in a lock is turning, I sit still quietly and hold my breath
Is this my ticket out of here, or does it only mean my death?One of my cellmates won a reprieve, smiling faces take him away
The hours tick by, the night draws in, the end of another long day
Before I sleep I hear voices outside, they write upon my chart
In large black letter “Put to Sleep”, my fate, my bleeding heart.She came for me with a harness, gently passed it over my head
I followed her out into the sunshine, and went wherever she led
She bent down, gazed into my eyes, and held me by the chin
She stroked me ever so softly, and told me my life would now begin!She’d found me a dog loving family, they take care of my every need
They are patient, kind and fun to be with, a wonderful home indeed
I’m now living in the lap of luxury, it’s a tale with a happy end
But I couldn’t just leave it there, for I’ve left behind a dear friend.If you read this and can’t offer him a home, consider offering a brief respite
Because he’s sitting in a cell like I was, and it might just be his last night
The rescue will pay his expenses, he says “you won’t even know he’s there”
Please search your soul, think about it, and let them know if you care.Written by an ex-pound inmate
(Sharon Reynolds for Rescue Remedies)Enquiries Tel: 020 8274 0471
http://www.RescueRemedies.co.uk
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