I found your dog today. No, he has not been adopted by anyone. Most of us who live out here own as many dogs as we want, those who do not own dogs do so because they choose not to. I know you hoped he would find a good home when you left him out here, but he did not. When I first saw him he was miles from the nearest house and he was alone, thirsty, thin and limping from a burr in his paw. How I wish I could have been you as I stood before him. To see his tail wag and his eyes brighten as he bounded into your arms, knowing you would find him, knowing you had not forgotten him. To see the forgiveness in his eyes for the suffering and pain he had known in his never-ending quest to find you .... but I was not you. And despite all my persuasion, his eyes see a stranger. He did not trust. He would not come. He turned and continued his journey; one he was sure would bring him to you. He does not understand you are not looking for him. He only knows you are not there, he only knows he must find you. This is more important than food or water or the stranger who can give him these things. Persuasion and pursuit seemed futile; I did not even know his name. I drove home, filled a bucket with water and a bowl with food and returned to where we had met. I could see no sign of him, but I left my offering under the tree where he had sought shelter from the sun and a chance to rest. You see, he is not of the desert. When you domesticated him, you took away any instinct of survival out here. His purpose demands that he travel during the day. He doesn't know that the sun and heat will claim his life. He only knows that he has to find you. I waited hoping he would return to the tree; hoping my gift would build an element of trust so I might bring him home, remove the burr from his paw, give him a cool place to lie and help him understand that the part of his life with you is now over. He did not return that morning and at dusk the water and food were still there, untouched. And I worried. You must understand that many people would not attempt to help your dog. Some would run him off, others would call the county and the fate you thought you saved him from would be preempted by his suffering for days without food or water. I returned again before dark. I did not see him. I went again early the next morning only to find the food and water still untouched. If only you were here to call his name. Your voice is so familiar to him. I began pursuit in the direction he had taken yesterday, doubt overshadowing my hope of finding him. His search for you was desperate, it could take him many miles in 24 hours. It is hours later and a good distance from where we first met, but I have found your dog. His thirst has stopped, it is no longer a torment to him. His hunger has disappeared, he no longer aches. The burrs in his paws bother him no more. Your dog has been set free from his burdens, you see, your dog has died. I kneel next to him and I curse you for not being here yesterday so I could see the glow, if just for a moment, in those now vacant eyes. I pray that his journey has taken him to that place I think you hoped he would find. If only you knew what he went through to reach it ... and I agonize, for I know, that were he to awaken at this moment, and (if) I were to be you, his eyes would sparkle with recognition and his tail would wag with forgiveness. Please pass this around..maybe it will reach someone that has done this and make them think next time..
A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that the dog had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them. After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother of pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side. When he was close enough, he called out. "Excuse me, where are we?" "This is heaven, sir," the man answered. "Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked. "Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open. "Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked. "I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets." The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going. After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book. "Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water?" "Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there" The man pointed to a place that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in." "How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog. "There should be a bowl by the pump." They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree waiting for them. "What do you call this place?" the traveler sked. "This is heaven," was the answer. "Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was heaven, too." "Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell." "Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?" "No. I can see how you might think so, but we're just happy that they screen out the folks who'll leave their best friends behind."
'Tis the night before Christmas and all through the town, every shelter is full - we are lost but not found, Our numbers are hung on our kennels so bare, we hope every minute that someone will care, They'll come to adopt us and give us the call, "Come here, Max and Sparkie - come fetch your new ball!! But now we sit here and think of the days we were treated so fondly - we had cute, baby ways. Once we were little, then we grew and we grew, now we're no longer young and we're no longer new. So out the back door we were thrown like the trash, they reacted so quickly - why were they so rash? We "jump on the children:, "don't come when they call", we "bark when they leave us", climb over the wall. We should have been neutered, we should have been spayed, now we suffer the consequence of the errors THEY made. If only they'd trained us, if only we knew, we'd have done what they asked us and worshiped them, too. We were left in the backyard, or worse - left to roam, now we're tired and lonely and out of a home. They dropped us off here and they kissed us good-bye, "Maybe someone else will give you a try." So now here we are, all confused and alone, in a shelter with others who long for a home. The kind workers come through with a meal and a pat, with so many to care for, they can't stay to chat, They move to the next kennel, giving each of us cheer, we know that they wonder how long we'll be here. We lay down to sleep and sweet dreams fill our heads, of a home filled with love and our own cozy beds. Then we wake to see sad eyes, brimming with tears, our friends filled with emptiness, worry, and fear. If you can't adopt us and there's no room at the Inn, could you help with the bills and fill our food bin? We count on your kindness each day of the year, can you give more than hope to everyone here? Please make a donation to pay for the heat and help get us something special to eat. The shelter that cares for us wants us to live, and more of us will, if more people will give. - Author Unknown -
If it should be that I grow weak, and pain should keep me from my sleep, then you must do what must be done, for this last battle can't be won. You will be sad, I understand, don't let your grief then stay your hand, for this day more than all the rest, your love for me must stand the test. We've had so many happy years, what is to come can hold no fears, you'd not want me to suffer so, the time has come to let me go. Take me where my need they'll tend, and please stay with me till the end, hold me firm and speak to me, until my eyes no longer see. I know in time that you will see, the kindness that you did for me, although my tail its last has waved, from pain and suffering, I've been saved. Please do not grieve, it must be you, who had this painful thing to do, we've been so close, we two, these years, don't let your heart hold back its tears. - Anonymous -
My life is likely to last 10 to 15 years. Any separation from you will be very painful. Give me time to understand what you want of me. Place your trust in me-it is crucial for my well-being. Don't be angry with me for too long, and don't lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your friends, your entertainment. I have only you. Talk to me. Even if I don't understand your words, I understand your voice when it's speaking to me. Be aware that however you treat me, I'll never forget it. Before you hit me, remember that I have teeth that could easily crush the bones in your hand, but I choose not to bite you. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right food, I ve been out in the sun too long, of my heart may be getting old and weak. Take care of me when I get old. You, too, will grow old. Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say, "I can't bear to watch it" or, "Let it happen in my absence." Everything is easier for me if you are there. Remember I love you.
Once I was a lonely cat, just looking for a home. I had no place to go, no one to call my own. I wandered up and down the streets, In rain in heat and snow. I ate whatever I could find, I was always on the go. My skin would itch, my feet were sore, my body ached with pain. And no one stopped to give a pat or gently say my name. I never saw a loving glance, I was always on the run. For people thought that hurting me was really lots of fun. And then, one day I heard a voice so gentle, kind and sweet. And arms so soft reached down to me and took me off my feet. "No one again will hurt you" was whispered in my ear. "You'll have a home to call your own where you will know no fear." "You will be dry, you will be warm, you'll have enough to eat." "And rest assured that when you sleep, your dreams will all be sweet." I was afraid I must admit, I've livied so long in fear. I can't remember when I let a human come so near. And as she tended to my wounds and bathed and brushed my fur. She told me about the rescue group and what it meant to her. She said, "we are a circle, a line that never ends." "And in the center there is you protected by new friends." "And all around you are the ones that check the pounds, And those that share their home after you've been found." "And all the other folk are searching near and far, To find the perfect home for you, where you can be a star." She said, "there is a family, that's waiting patiently, And pretty soon we'll find them, just you wait and see." "And then they'll join our circle, they'll help to make it grow, So there'll be room for more like you, who have no place to go." I waited very patiently, the days they came and went. Today's the day I thought, my family will be sent. Then just when I began to think it wasn't meant to be, There were people standing there just gazing down at me. I knew them in a heart beat, I could tell they felt it too. They said, "we have been waiting for a special cat like you." Now every night I say a prayer to all the gods that be. "Thank you for the life I live and all you've given me." But most of all protect the cats in the pound and on the street. And send a Rescue Person to lift them off their feet.