A Day in the Life ““ “Why Am I Here?”

A Day in the Life

Hey, why am I behind these bars? I didn’t do anything wrong, did I? I remember a good life with my family, it wasn’t too many days ago. We were happy and the boy was my best friend. He loved to take me on long walks and he knew how much I loved to run, so he’d always bring a bright yellow ball for me to chase. I miss him! I miss sleeping curled up by his feet when it would get dark and the house would become quiet.

Why am I here, and where did my family go? Could it have something to do with the sign a man pounded into the ground on my front yard? The lady of our family cried a lot the day that happened, and the man became quiet and very sad. They talked in whispers behind closed doors, so my boy wouldn’t hear. But I knew that sign brought something bad. Was that why they went away?

Because I heard the lady crying when she called out my name, I listened to them talk. They were saying something about them not being able to take me where they were going, because I wasn’t allowed there. Also, she mentioned they couldn’t afford to feed me anymore. I really didn’t eat that much. They didn’t have to feed me the dry stuff. When they were finished eating, I could have just eaten what they put down the noisy monster where the water comes out, then they could have kept me. Please keep me!

It’s been many nights since I was brought to this place. I don’t like it here. The floor is cold and they only take me out on one walk a day, if they remember. It gets so noisy when the big man comes walking along the cages to decide which dog he will let out. When we see a leash dangling from his hand we all bark as loud as we can to get his attention. Sometimes, when he takes a dog for a walk, it never comes back. Maybe the little girls or boys that come by and let them sniff their hands have something to do with it. But then, sometimes a dog is taken away and doesn’t return when no one has looked at him, or talked to him for a long time.

I can’t even run anymore because there is no room to run. Everything here is cold, hard concrete. I miss the grass and dirt. I miss running. I miss playing. But most of all, I miss my boy.

Hey, the big man with the leash is opening up my cage. It’s my turn! See my tail wag so fast. I want you to know, mister, I’m real happy you are taking me out of here. I wish you had a bright yellow ball to throw because that would mean that I could run. It doesn’t feel good just to walk. I won’t complain, though, I promise!

I wonder where I am going?



This past weekend, I visited the County Animal Shelter to license my two dogs. After taking care of the paperwork, I decided to go and say “HI” to the animals that were staying there. Aisle after aisle, I became more concerned as I peered into hundreds of cages of lost and abandoned pets. Each animal pleaded and begged for a human touch, each seemed to have a sadness to their eyes. They would peer back at me with questioning expressions, as if saying, “Why am I here?”

After talking with a caretaker, I learned that this shelter holds over 300 animals and was pretty much at capacity. When they run out of room, unfortunately, they have no choice but to euthanize some of the animals. He explained how the economy, and people losing their homes had something to do with the great numbers they have been seeing.

I do not write this article with the intent to bring sadness to the reader, but rather to bring awareness of a need that exists throughout our nation. Hopefully, someone will read this and think, “I have room for one more.”

These shelters are manned by generous and warmhearted people. They lovingly care for these domestic pets, who have been considered our best friends and guardians for generation. But, they can only help for so long.

These God given creatures, in many scenarios, have been the magic cure for sick and ailing souls. Their love is unconditional. They want only to please their master. Couldn’t we all learn from their example?”  In doing so, wouldn’t this world become a better place?



  1. Lori

    Hey, Sis. How did he know it was a bright “yellow” ball? Dogs are colour blind, aren’t they? Loved the article. Hopefully it’ll help some of those innocent inmates find new families, eh?

    • Elaine_Gold

      In my world dogs are smart. They can understand the english language and have memorized the gray scale, so they know what gray shade goes with the colors we humans refer to. Besides, the orange balls smell different than the yellow ones, don’t you know?

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