He Will Come. (by Gina Richey)

Sent to me by former Animal Control Officer, Gina Richey, this is an incredibly sad yet beautiful poem about a dumped black Lab, waiting by an intersection. As much as I love to post only positive and happy tales, this simply isn't real life. Gina wrote this poem in his memory, and I feel it deserves to be shared to honour the poor Labrador's memory:


"I wrote this poem many years ago, when I was an Animal Control Officer. There was a Black Lab who was obviously dumped, and would wait by an intersection, every day. Multiple complaints and concern calls came into the office, daily. Over the course of 4 months, I tried to help this poor dog, and slowly watched as he lost wait and hope. Because of my job, I knew he would eventually lose his life, either from a heartless human, or from being hit by a car. Sadly, it happened.  I retrieved his body, and finally got to touch his soft fur, and rub his sweet head, and I cried. I cried for the fact that I couldn't save him, the fact his worthless owner abandoned him, the fact that he loved his human (S) so much that he waited daily by a dangerous intersection, and the fact that he was just one of the multitudes of pets abandoned/dumped, every day. I promised him that he would never be forgotten, so this poem is for him, and all the hopeless fur babies searching for comfort, and love."

                              
                 He Will Come
       
 Don't close the door Don't push me away
 Why are you leaving? Don't make me stay.
 Slow down the car I can't keep up
This pavement is hot and my pads are cut.

 I've got to quit running or my heart will pop
 Every muscle is aching why didn't you stop?
 I'm so hungry and thirsty Darkness is near
 But I shouldn't leave He will come for me here.

Several weeks have passed I'm dead on my feet
They call me a nuisance because I eat off the streets
 Every car that passes I chase it to see
 If it is my master coming for me.

Though I approach those that come near
With trust in my eyes and no sign of fear
With hate in their voices and cold, heartless stares
They threaten to kill me, they don't even care.

Batter my body with rocks that they throw
I will not leave He will come, Don't you know?
Overtaken with weakness, my body is numb
I'm sick and so lonely. Oh please, let him come!

I will go back to where he first threw me out
I'll wait for him there He will come, no doubt.
My thoughts are fading, my chest feels like lead
I'm sleepy, so sleepy and can't lift my head.

 It's so quiet, so peaceful all remains still
There is my master at my home on the hill!
Yes, I can see him, he's calling my name!
 His voice is so gentle, his hands are the same.

He decided he wants me, things will be fine
I really do love him, that master of mine.
My tail wags with pleasure, I can't catch my breath
He came in my dreams, but so did my Death.

                    By: Gina Richey

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