Most of the pups slaughtered are only weeks old
Taken by Emilie Wood...I think...
in the cold autumn sun.
Too faithful to leave,
too frightened to run.
He's been there for days
with nothing to do,
But sit によって the road,
waiting for you.
He can't understand
why あなた left him that day.
He thought あなた and he
were stopping to play.
He's sure you'll come back,
that's why he stays.
How long will he suffer,
how many days?
His legs are weak,
his throat parched and dry.
He's sick from hunger
and falls with a sigh.
He lays down his head
and closes his eyes.
I wish あなた could see
how a waiting dog dies.
