For today’s OctPoWriMo prompt. The first broken heart. The lurcher pup in the photo isn’t the one we had briefly. Our little lurcher was grey-black but her face was the same.
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Like bitter beads
strung on a chain
the first, the bitterest,
taste lingers still,
the dreamed of puppy,
too bouncy, too messy,
too demanding,
returned to the pound,
just when she had captured
my heart.
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Oh, she looks like not very satisfied and balanced.
She wants to go outside apparently.
Why not,she has the genes of an conqueror. 😉
Ha ha!
:-))
Oh, how sad!
I cried for weeks.
I would have, too!
It still makes me sad.
Me too, and I wasn’t even there.
😦
So sad. 😦
I was devastated.
It can be so heartbreaking!
It was. I’d dreamed of having a dog and it was my grandma who caved finally. We went to the dog shelter and she let me choose her. Big mistake. She was a young lurcher, crazy. All she wanted to do was run. My grandma couldn’t handle her and took her back. I cried for weeks.
I can understand that. We lost our dog to old age. Didn’t eat for days after that. Vowed never to have a pet have me.
Poor both of you!
They should have warned us at the shelter that she wasn’t suitable for an elderly lady. She’d been brought in by a family with young children who couldn’t cope with her.
They definitely should have!
I was heartbroken, but what about her? A dog’s life is so short and she maybe never got another chance.
Exactly! I hope she did though ❤
Me too. There were such a lot of dogs though…
I’m so sorry this happened to you.
I remember every one of that handful of days when I had a dog. I’d be just as cut up now, I think.
That must have been absolutely heartbreaking. It’s so important that shelters work with potential dog owners to match them with the right dog. I still miss my beautiful Lurcher Millie who passed this time last year. I would love another Lurcher, but she would have to get on with my Greyhound, who can be very territorial.
They were just pleased to see one of the dogs going, but there were so many, she could surely have been guided towards a more suitable one. She was a lovely little thing, whippet cross with something wirehaired. That’s where my hankering after a lurcher began I suppose.
Heart breaking
😦
Heartbreaking is my first thought too. If only we could save them all… (k)
It’s so cruel to breed animals just for our entertainment, and to deny any responsibility for what happens to them.
Brought tears to my eyes! Such a sad heartbreak to have to carry!!! Life can be cruel!! So sorry for your loss and pain. Thank you so much for sharing this!!
xoxo
For years it was the saddest thing that had happened to me. Children feel every emotion so very deeply.
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