I don't think you would recognise the dog I am today;
from the fluffy puppy with a sparkle in his eye,
to this bald skeleton that roams the streets as a stray.
People pass me by and look the other way,
but that's okay because I don't trust them anyway.
I'd never been outside before in all the homes I had.
My master put me in his car -
I assumed I was moving homes again,
but when the car stopped in the middle of the road,
he threw me out and simply drove away...
there was no one to be seen.
I fiercely shivered in that spot, terrified to move,
until a car went speeding past and I jumped towards the side.
So many objects staring at me, no matter where I looked;
benches, lampposts, bins and more,
I was surrounded by the unknown.
I was living in fear by day, hiding away by night,
until survival instincts kicked in
and I knew I had to fight.
I found a garbage bin and started raking through,
tiny scraps to last me days,
and drinking from puddles to wash it all down with.
Life is still quite scary,
but for the first time in my short life I do not feel confused.
I'm standing on my own four paws
in a world that I might be able to survive in!
