I'm hoping and praying 
that my turn is next
It's all that I want 
I'm completely obsessed 

I've seen my friends leave
and all disappear
and can't understand
Why I'm still left here?

I wish so hard
that my time will come
when I have my own family 
and my very own mum

I love them in the shelter 
but it's stone floors and cages
I need warmth and comfort
in my later stages 

My fur is now frosty
my eyes misting over
I've slowed down dramatically 
as my movements get slower 

I can still offer love 
unconditionally guaranteed 
I'd be your best friend for ever
If you'd just foster me…..