Una Vaca – Day 162, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

I’m not a cow,
Not once have I moo’d.
Yet,
You continue to label me what I am not,
And,
Wonder why I’m never in the mood.
But,
It’s what you’ve named me,
What other choice do I have,
Other than to answer to it?
You give me milk balls,
Either way,
So,
I can’t be mad at you!
This,
Game we play?
Well,
It was fun at first until I ran across the room,
And,
Noticed how I couldn’t run quite the same…

Little did you know how much pain I felt,
Screaming for help,
Just to get a handful of treats I was tricked to believe would make me feel,
Well…

Never was I taken seriously,
So,
Who was I to be anything,
But,
Bittersweet?
They say never bite the hand that feeds you,
But,
I was livid seeking love I severely needed…

Maybe,
A walk outside while sniffing through the street,
And,
A chance to play with another dog like me!
I was always stuck in the corner of a glass home shattering beneath me…

Still,
I tried to survive,
On most days excited to see you when coming back home from hanging outside.
Believe me!
I wouldn’t lie,
The same way you did when you’d promise to take me out of a cage where,
All I did was cry…
And,
Cry…
Until you became concerned enough to cry in the inside!

But,
It was too late.
Now,
Wasn’t it?
I grew tired asking for help until I ran out of breath,
Forced to be put down by your failure to love a bit more…

Regardless,
I hope you’re doing better,
Nowadays.
I’m in a better scene as all dogs go to heaven with a plate,
Full of everything that wouldn’t hurt me in a safe place,
Where we all roam free in paradise.
Recognized for the dog that I am,
Not a cow over weight I put on from your hand full of,
Lies…