I was once born to a loving mother who cuddled and tendered to my needs.
Soon, I was introduced to another, who said we will now tend to your needs.

Life was good, I had all I could wish for with lots of toys and special feeds.
Then one day, I was lifted up and carried away. I was sat down and left to make my own way.
I looked around and found I had no place to stay. I soon felt the harshness of natures day.

I walked and walked looking for the one who said I was special wanting to play.
Day turned into night, I was taken with fright, what was I going to do this night?

I found an old box, crawled in and settled down to wait, hoping they would appear in sight.
Night turned into day, I was still with fright and my belly was tight. I knew it was time for my breakfast.
I waited and hoped for them to come back and say it will be all right.

The days turned into weeks, some days I felt so weak. I traveled and hunted looking for a treat.
I tried to beg for help, but all I got was a kick as I silently cried why, I don’t understand, I was once told that you are my little man, now it’s all I can do to stand.

Some days I weep  as I long for a safe place to sleep. I pray that some days I will find enough to eat.
I run and fight, I dodge and creep.

Then one day I hear a voice say, come here little stray, I will help you find a place to stay. I run afraid looking
for a safe place to hide. The voice calls high, don’t be afraid I will help you little guy.

 I sit and watch, waiting for the worst, but I’m offered a tin of milk to help my thirst.

The day goes by and to my surprise I find a bowl of food piled high. I eat with glee, oh gee why is she
so nice to me. Could it possibly be she will love me?

I soon again learn to trust, as the voice smoothes my soul and the hand grooms my coat that
has become dull, where there was once a glow.

I hear the words don’t be afraid, I will take you in and give you a place to lay.
As I relax my head and body to rest, I hear the words God Bless you little stray you now have a place to stay.

Written By Deborah Miller, copyright 4/1/2001
This is dedicated to all the strays I have saved.
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