I thought perhaps you’d take me home,
That maybe we could play.
As time went by, my tail grew limp,
I circled round and round.
Please tell me what I did so wrong
To be here in this pound?
Yesterday I saw you take my little friend away-
I don’t know where you took him,
But he isn’t back today.
I know that he was sick though,
Cause his cage was caked with red.
His eyes were sad and empty-
He had stitches in his head.
I feel so all alone here-
All I have to do is wait.
I want a loving face to lick,
A toy or a mate.
But lately I just lay here,
Not feeling very good.
I stopped eating yesterday,
If it didn’t hurt I would.
When you finally come to get me
I know something isn't right-
But unlike my little friend,
I don't put up a fight.
As I lay here on the table,
I look into your face-
One last time I wonder
Why I'm in this awful place.
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