I'm nine months old and I live on the streets,
but I am quickly learning the ropes...

I don't think you would recognise the dog I am...
from the fluffy puppy with a sparkle in his eye...

My new master is asleep on the couch,
surrounded by empty bottles from the night before...

The very next day a new stranger came
and took me away in his car...

Five months old, and my family exchange me for...
to some strangers in a car park...

Sixteen weeks have now gone by
since I came into this world that I cannot...

I am currently twelve weeks old
and this world is ever-changing...

I am now eight weeks old,
in this world which I think I am beginning to...

I didn't ask to be born into this world I didn't...
yet there I was; vulnerable and lost...

I know that people judge you
because I used to judge you too...

I need something to numb the pain,
something to take it all away...

Sometimes,
I convince myself that you never loved me at all...