Bandit‘s Story

Warning

This is a very sad poem from an American Rescue, it is about a true Ferret that was rescued just too late.

Listless, and lying,

Fur matted and dull,

"Bandit" lay crying,

Heart shattered, a shell.

Left in his cage,

All day and all night,

His life was such,

That more food gave a fright!

His water was empty,

Food bowl overturned,

He felt kinda dizzy,

His stomach still churned.

Once he was loved,

A long time ago,

Felt young hands stroking,

That made his heart glow!

Now he felt nothing,

No more was life fun.

His heart was empty,

Now he had no-one.

His cage had felt big,

For it was just a bed.

No runs in the house now,

He may well be dead.

He watched as his ‘owner’,

Walked past to the van.

Now left in the garage,

He rarely saw ‘man’.

He slept all the time,

No toys in the cage.

If he'd had the heart,

He would be enraged!

Bandit lay crying,

Spine clearly shown,

Bandit lay dying,

His life overthrown.

One day he was taken.

Moved out of his cell,

He was badly shaken,

Now in for more hell!

Jaws latched on tight,

A reaction of fear,

A hand gently stroked,

Too late now to care.

In his new cage,

Belly now tight,

Bandits' short life

Ended that night.

He died with some comfort,

Soft bedding and food.

His water now filled,

(So much it felt lewd!).

Bandit died knowing

That someone did care,

Died with a heart Full

of love that was shared.

For those that no longer

Can care for their charges,

Their lives are being begged for

By Bandit, and others

Before it's too late,

(As it was with poor Bandit),

Go, take that baby,

To a shelter, do hand it.

Do one final thing,

For the love they have shown you,

And give them a chance,

To show others love too.

written by Sam Young