Written by Susan Lane SLCM Keeper of ColourMine
Rescue: A story about a new companion for an existing pet. They clicked straight away and spent a lifetime enjoying quiet companionship.
I was advertised in the local free newspaper
As a rescue by a charity
Pro Dogs Direct were trying to find a home for me
I came from a bad home but I wasn’t bad, you see
There were lots of us rescued, because our “home”
Was awful visibly
It was so smelly and covered everywhere
With unmentionable bodily fluid and lots of dead hair
We weren’t ever walked, so did everything in there
It wasn’t even better to go outside
That was even more disgusting, for the others and me
Oh dear, it was such an awful place to be
And the smell made you want to puke
I really pitied the neighbours
Who were in the next house to me
There I was looking, for another mum,
I wasn’t averse to finding a chum
This, here, was my lucky day
My new mum was shown a picture of me
And rang right away,
Even though she already had Ron,
Her very own Miss Grumpy,
Ron suffered from separation anxiety
She was anxious when her mum
Wasn’t in the near vicinity,
I hoped and prayed she’d consider
That I could be her companion
It would be so good for her and me
Whilst at the previous place
I was just one of the crew
Most of the time we weren’t even let out
In the garden for the loo
Oh my God, it was so bad,
I was glad to leave, it got so awful,
You almost couldn’t breathe
I had no idea what to expect when they said
This is where you could be living next
There we sat in the car on the drive
I just felt so sick, I wanted to hide
All too soon we through the gate
I’m so glad we weren’t late
Wow, it’s a big green grassy field.
Clear of poo and debris
And there’s my new friend, possibly
It was very scary for her and me
We both said hello; we had a desire to be free
Had a sniff then we were off the leads
We could go – we ran free
My new best friend, Ron and me
Flying around the garden
That was so damned exciting
We would enjoy it, I think cos
Wow, this was definitely the life
I am so pleased
Me and my new friend Ron
We ran and played
And then suddenly I wasn’t afraid
It was all so much fun
I was so glad I’d found my new mum
I’d also found my new lifelong friend
And most of all we were such a good blend
I am staying until the end
I’m still here, I stayed that day, all I can say is wow
I miss my friend; she recently took that final bow
She has gone; I hope she misses me
Her bed is here and still empty
We were together her and me
For more than 10 years, that’s quite a feat
Now she looks down, you see
Every day at mealtimes she watches me
Because she is now in a box
On the top in the kitchen with
The other members
Of our recently deceased family
Although I’m here I’m not alone
I live here with two cats
Who think they own the throne
One orange and one black
Would you credit that
Each one thinks that they’re the boss
Well, not of me they’re not
I bark once and they’re off like a shot
The boss of here?
Well, of course that’s me
I’m second in line
To the lady of the house, hehe
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ColourMine poetry, and the original photographs, are completely authentic to myself, Susan Lane – no AI, no plagiarism, all checked and verified by copyleaks
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My faithful companion says thank you prodogsdirect
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