by Tiffany Sewell

Created on: November 14, 2009   Last Updated: November 18, 2009

My destiny

Locked in a bathroom

Hunger grows within

Try to be a good girl

Don't want to get hit again

The darkness becomes my friend

The cold tile floor, my bed

The thought of a loving family

Only a dream in my head

My fur is clumped and matted

My ears are swollen with pain

My stomach eats itself alive

But I try to be good, and not complain

A man is coming to look at me today

I have been through this before

They see the trouble that I may bring

And walk out of the front door

I hear the car in the driveway

The footsteps on the floor

I hear the doorknob turn

She opens the bathroom door

The light floods into my life

A sight I rarely see

She brushes me a little

In hopes that he'll take me

I try to hide my flaws from him

My infections and my fleas

I try to hide my biggest "flaw"

My fight with epilepsy

I cower when he reaches for me

I don't want to be hit again

But something is different about this man

I can feel his love within

He gently holds my matted face

And with a tear in his eye

He says, "I'm going to take you from this place"

"For if I don't, you may die"

He puts me in the back of his car

On a warm blanket on the seat

I take a final look at that house

As we start down the street

I now lay on my warm dog bed

All infections have been cleared

Medication for my epilepsy

No more swollen ears

I still think back to the beginning of my life

To the day that man came to see me

I now have a loving home

I guess this was my destiny.

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