I am a Pit Bull

[TheSkeptic]

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I am a Pit Bull.
by Gerard E. Trigo

I am a Pit Bull.
I don't know my name.
My life is all confusing.
Fights with other dogs I didn't want to fight.
Praise and treats when I won.
Kicks and threats when I lost.
Lately I've been losing more and more.
I guess that is why I was dumped and left to starve.
I guess I should be grateful.
I have seen what has happened to other dogs that lost.
I am starving and dying of thirst.
My wounds, old and new pain me.
Most people yell and throw things at me.
Two come toward me now.
I am too weak to run and cower down.
Maybe they will not see me and hurt me.
They see me and come close.
They talk to me with soft voices.
Dim memories of similar voices when I was a puppy stir.
I wag my tail weakly, and one lets me sniff his hand.
I smell other dogs on it and sense his kindness.
From nowhere some food is placed in front of me.
I feel his hand stroke me gently as I wolf down the food.
When I am done I let him pick me up can carry me.
He places me on a soft material.
I turn around a few times and lay down.
I fall asleep as I sense we are moving.
I awake when the moving stops.
Again he picks me up and carries me to a cool place.
There is food, water and a soft bed to sleep in.
I sigh with happiness.
There are other dogs here, but I do not have to fight them.
A few days of food, water and good care and I am content.
They come each day and I greet them with a wagging tail and joyous barks.
I sense that they are sad about something, and try to cheer them up.
A new one comes today. This one is also gentle but sad.
They take me out to romp in the yard.
I run and jump and play.
I sniff the air and smile at the sheer joy of living.
I go to the gentle one and his sadness is greater.
I try to lick away the tears from his eyes and face.
He hugs me close and the other one takes my leg.
He sticks a needle in it and I begin to feel tired.
It is too beautiful a day to sleep, and my friend needs cheering.
I fight the sleepiness and give him one last lick before sleep wins the battle.

[Mary Plummer]

The writing, and also the picture. Did that poor dog come in to your shelter? I cannot stand it sometimes, how cruel and stupid some people can be.

[TheSkeptic]

Yep. The picture is bad, but he is covered with scars. He was a loving gentle dog, forced to fight. He showed no dog aggression at all while here, in spite of his past. ....

[ShelbysMom]

My heart aches for that poor dog. I'll never understand people that can do this to animals...
The photo is haunting.........I'm just glad that he came across some kindness before he left this cruel world. And it's a pity he couldn't have experienced that kindness a little longer.

[Mary Plummer]

How anyone could/would do that to a dog is beyond comprehension! Especially when this dog (and, no doubts, lots of others in horrible circumstances) remain so loving and gentle with people.

[k9Karen]

I have known only 2 pit bulls - and both were great, loving dogs. What a beautiful poem, if only it wasn't so sad. I will never understand why people need to watch dogs fight. Why, in this day and age, can people be so primative and brutal.

Skeptic - you are truly remarkable to be able to do what you do. I don't think I could stomach the pain. I hope the success stories far outweigh the ones like this.