In The Cages Beside Me
No More Puppy Mills
I’m used to the smell but not the clang,
the slamming of metal doors,
the harsh hands reaching inside.
They only see the green.
I don’t see my friend anymore.
His back toward me,
a SOLD Sign on his cage,
but despite all that pain,
that fear and sadness,
he managed to escape.
But here I remain,
hearing shreds of hope through the door,
promise of family,
but then I coughed and coughed again.
They’d be stuck with me.
My life left in limbo.
My future uncertain.
Just like with those in the cages beside me.
Last night, I went to bed sick. My parents were ready to pay thousands for a puppy, but then they read the reviews. The place is known for being a Puppy Mill. People had lost thousands to them, and the animals were sick. Some of them didn’t make it, and the others… Maybe, I don’t want to know.
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