A BREEDERS POEM
 

I love my little puppy; she makes my house a home

She is my very best friend; I never feel alone

She makes me smile; she makes me laugh; she fills my heart with love....

Did some breeder breed her or did she fall from above

 

I've never been a breeder, never seen life through their eyes;

But still I hold my little puppy; just sit and criticize

I've never known their anguish; I've never felt their pain

The caring of their charges, through snow and wind and rain

 

I've never sat the whole night through, waiting for babies to be born

The stress and trepidation when they're still not there by morn

I've never felt the heartache of a little life in my hands

This darling little baby, that weighs but 60 grams

 

Should you do that instead of this...or maybe that was wrong

Alone you fight and hope one day he'll grow up proud and strong.

You pray he'll live to bring great joy to someone else's home,

You know it's all just up to you; you'll fight this fight alone.

 

Formula, bottles, heating pads...you've got to get this right

Two hour feedings for this tiny pup, throughout the day and night

Within your heart you dread that you will surely lose the fight,

To save this little puppy, but God willing...you just MIGHT

 

Day one, he's in there fighting; you say a silent prayer

Day two and three, he's doing well with lots of love and care

Day four and five...he's still alive; your hope soars to heaven

Day six he slips away again; dies in your hands day seven.

 

You take this little angel and bury him alone

With aching heart, burning tears and an exhausted groan

You ask yourself "Why do this?...Why suffer through this pain?"

Yet watch the joy your puppies bring and everything's explained.

 

So when you think of breeders and label them with "greed"

Think of all that they endure to fill another's need.

For when you buy your puppy, with your precious dollars part

You pay only with money...while they pay with their heart.