Loved yet Unloved

I remember when I came into this family,
I chose them, they didn't choose me.
Daddy said no, I'm going to be a threat to his fowls.

The eldest son took me as his own and after a while I was accepted by every other member of the family except daddy,
He threatened to throw me out but the eldest son put me in a safe place all in a bid to keep me, little did I know that it wasn't as good as it looked.
I'm in that safe place without constant food or water, some times, I don't eat or drink for days.
I remain unnamed because my Savior, the eldest son still hasn't found a name for me,
This is my plight, help me!
I remain unnamed, I am a dog.

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