She has never felt a loving hand,
Nor grass beneath her feet
She lives alone and has never known,
A life that was complete.
She cowers at the man who passes by,
She’s hungry tired & cold,
Her life is brief and spent in grief,
For the puppies she has never known.
She has never lazed by a comfy fire,
Nor felt a summer breeze,
Or seen the sun as her days began,
Nor rummaged through the autumn leaves.
She has never had a special friend,
Or seen an owners loving smile,
It is today her pups are taken away,
She only nursed them for a while.
For her life is spent producing litters,
And is therefore very brief
He doesn’t care, to see her lying there,
He doesn’t feel her grief.
She has no choice but to endure a life,
Of solitude, filth & pain,
Even her babies die, as he passes by,
She doesn’t even have a name.
This is the plight of a puppy farmed dog,
Hidden from society,
Where cruelty reigns until the end of their days,
But it doesn’t have to be.
Next time that you are looking for puppy,
Please remember this poem,
Please try and adopt, but if you really want to shop,
Remember to ask ‘Where is mum’
By Nina Cole – Inspired by our ‘Adopt Don’t Shop’, campaign