Sadface

Outside my door,

If ever lay hope,

Curled up in sleep,

There you will be,

Giving elixir,

To my broken mornings,

As you ever so solemnly,

Bequeath to me,

A sleepy greeting.

As the dark pearl,

Beholds great charm,

As the barren land,

Beholds abundant life,

As the cold mine,

Beholds pure coal,

Your sad face,

Beholds loving embrace.

There was that time,

You romped and played,

With your kind,

With our hearts,

But you were left helpless,

Against the dogs,

Who Stained your childhood,

Made you bear their future.

And now you lay,

In pain and sorrow,

Afraid to loose,

What you never had,

The lives that grow inside you,

Have silently bid goodbye,

But do you know?

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Sadface, so named because of the sad look written on her face, is an innocent female dog. Rather a puppy to us. She greets me daily with a yawn, as I step out of the house in the morning. She reminds me that the simple things in life should be treasured. But now, she's carrying puppies inside her: dead pups. The vet says, if the rest of the pups don't come out, the situation will take toll. Sadface is too young to be blessed with motherhood, but the cruel dominant male dogs never cared. I pity the way things are meant to be. Sadface is not our dog, she's a stray dog that we feed. We lost our Randy almost 6 months ago, please Sadface don't let us go through the pain, all over again. Be strong, in this frail world.