Staffy Poem

Today is just another day - to me they're all the same.
I have the worst of genes you see, I bear the "Staffy" shame.
The shame is in our numbers, there's thousands with no home.
Thousands just like me you'll find, in kennels all alone.
My mum was "just a Staffy", my father - well who knows?
Mum, too, became unwanted, as the last puppy goes.
And then begins the process, of money-making deals
A life of 'moving on' unfolds, who cares how the Staffy feels?
If you have the cash to hand, the Staffy pup is yours
But that pup is getting bigger now, just look at those big paws.
You brought me for your image, thought I'd make you look more tough
But you'll find my boisterous nature has already became enough.
If you had thought to train me, with kindness and with praise,
You would've had a faithful friend, to share your darkest days.
I would lay down my life for you, but you simply cannot see.
You make sure you get your money back on what you paid for me.
And on it goes, until one day, I'm no longer worth a dime;
The retail on an adult staff - not worth the waste of time.
So what happens to the Staffy now? Do you really want to know?
Do you care what will become of us, when we leave our final home?
Have you ever thought to wonder, "Where is that Staffy now?"
The Staffy has another name; he's become a "stray" somehow.
Me, I was put into a car and driven far away,
The door held open, I jumped out; I thought to run and play.
It was with joy and happy heart I turned to look for you,
You drove away with all my trust and a piece of my heart too.
I wandered round for many days before I was brought here.
Now I wait with heavy heart, trepidation and with fear.
Seven days is all I have you see, seven days for you to claim,
The little dog that you threw out, for which you have no shame.
This is my last goodbye now, my seven days are up,
If only more thought had gone into the future of that pup.
As the needle empties into my veins, I lay down with one last sigh,
I'm sorry I was born a Staffy, because it means that I must die.

omg that is so sad,tears are flowing

Oh gosh So sad....but true People should think before they breed their dogs and think before they buy a pup.

I've seen this poem before & I'm afraid I can't read it - it makes me cry every time.

Caryll wrote:I've seen this poem before & I'm afraid I can't read it - it makes me cry every time.

same

janey wrote:

Caryll wrote:I've seen this poem before & I'm afraid I can't read it - it makes me cry every time.

same

ditto

I have read it before and every time I do it makes me cry because you know how true it is. Its a sad world we live in

Thats The fifth time i've read this poem and the fifth time it's made me cry and give charlie a big squeeze and promise him that he has a home for life here and that will never happen to him. All those poor beautiful dogs, what a waste

so sad i have seen it before, i cant finish reading it now

I've read it before, but can't read it again.

Dont it makes me cry :'(

I've never seen this one before and now I can't type because I can't breathe.
That is just so sad

I have seen this before and got so sad reading it, think I read it a couple of days after getting Tinkerbell. I have worked in kennels etc and have seen first hand just how many staffies there are abandoned or passed on. So sad!

That so sad that peom made me cry

The peom is so true isnt it only if everyone was like us on the forum.i love my dogs i hate to read sad stories about dogs.especially staffys

Ive read it before its so sad but so true