A poem by
Scarlett (11), Oliver (14) and Alice (8) Heaton
When I was little, I was loved and adored,
But as I grew older, I soon got ignored.
Unloved and uncared for, no food and no bed,
No walkies, no water, just beaten instead.
Thrown out with the rubbish, kicked and abused,
Screamed at and lonely, blue and confused.
Picked up by the warden, took to the pound,
Not long left for living, seven days....counting down!
Then on the fifth day, who's this at the door?
The Wiccaweys Rescue, I stare in awe!
They nurse me and love me, and build up my trust,
Ready for rehoming, with a family to fuss.
I now have a bed, I'm loved and adored,
I'm cuddled and cherished, and NEVER ignored!
I've toys a plenty, I love to chase balls,
Ready for walkies, whenever you call!
I'm part of a family, my new name is Jed,
Three children adore me, I'm happy and fed.
My forever home is now here with you,
I really believe that wishes come true!