
A dog sits waiting in the hot summer sun,
Too faithful to leave, too frightened to run.
He s been there for days, with nothing to do
But sit by the road, waiting for you.
He can’t understand why you left him that day.
He thought you and he were stopping to play.
He’s sure you’ll come back and that’s why he stays.
How long will he suffer, how many more days?
His legs have grown weak, his throat’s parched and dry.
He’s sick now from hunger and falls with a sigh.
He lays down his head and closes his eyes.
If you could just see how a waiting dog dies.
This is of necessity, a sad poem. Living in the country as we do, we never have to buy pets; people dump more than we need. In the country there may be only one or two families per square mile whereas in the city, there are several hundred. Where would logic tell you an abandoned pet would have the best chance of getting a handout and maybe be taken in? I don’t advocate abandoning a pet anywhere, but surely not in the country. We have gotten cats, dogs and even a duck at one time (it was sure tastey). In abandoning their pets, the owners cowardly delegate their responsibility to another unwilling person. My neighbor says that punishment for pet abandonment should result in the owner being taken to a foreign country where he doesn’t know the customs or understand the language and put out along some country road without any kind of identification. There are places that accept unwanted pets. It might cost you a few dollars, but it is the Christian thing to do.
Wayne Edwards is a native Texan, graduate of Texas A&M University, and retired Air Force officer. He lives, with his wife Ruth, on a fish farm in Texas, in an underground house he built himself. Wayne can be reached via e-mail at 
