by amanda nix
If only if only i had a good home.I never would be here, all alone.when its raining theres no one thier, to hug and cuddle me and say, there there.I'd look up at them and lick there sweet face,but its only dreams, for me i know.Instead i live in a junkyard , with bugs and flys all around me.This isint the junkyard with food, instead old cars and couches.Sometimes someone would stop by and look at me with teers in there eyes.im sleeping while its raining then somthing woke me up.A pat on my shoulder, a pat onmy head.i look up a see a boy, with a ballcap on his head.He picks me up with joy, but i know he'll ignore me, just like my other family.He starts to walk toward the road, im thinking this is it.Im finly going to the place in the sky.I start shivering,and hunching down low.but the boy did not dump me in the road.He walks across the streets, still holding me tight, whispering sweetly its all right.I see a house in the dstance,with lights all around it.Then the boy says, mary christmas.He opens the door and puts me on the floore.Its warm in here, i dont have no more fear,cuz im home,now im home.The next day i dont feel the same.The boy picks me ups and says, whats wrong boy, are you okay?He tells his mamma that im sick, then really guick they run and puts me in the car.I then arrive somewere new, its says vets office, ive heard that to.now im in side the place.I can barly see, i can barly walk.The docter says, hes not.Before he can finsh i leave with a quckness.The boy lays on me. i can fill his hot teers.im in a new place now.called rainbow bridge.