Paws Quiet In The Night
I walk into the night alone, to protect and to serve, Someone I have never known. But you are always there and for me you will abide my four pawed friend ----- so quiet by my side.
Foot for foot, paw for paw together we unite. To keep them safe and secure, I know you are there, Paws quiet in the night.
So many times, I look to you those eyes which shine with trust, to steady my fears;of which I fight, Thank God you are there, Paws quiet in the night.
But soon the stranger comes, we both will never see. So quickly he befalls us both, as life fades from sight I'm afraid, Please be with me Paws that were quiet in the night!
The loyalty we shared for so long, no one will ever take. The warmness felt while through the flight. I felt it, you felt it, Goodbye------
"Paws Quiet in the Night"
Please watch over our humans, they are so weak. They have no claws or teeth, they can't run fast or fly away, neither can they burrow or build a nest in which to be safe. They smell bad, do strange things that aren't altogether intelligent, have no real ability to communicate with us, although we are able to figure out what they want.
Lord, grant US the ability to watch over our humans, care for them, cheer them when they are down, make them laugh, smile, and shower them with our love. We pray that we can bring a little joy into their otherwise mundane existence...
Lord...please let them know that when we insist on getting attention, its so we can check their emotional well being and boost their morale When we pester them for different foods, toys, etc, its so they will learn to see us in ways they hadn't considered, bringing them closer and back into the fold...which they are part of but keep forgetting about.
They expect us to know what they want even though sometimes they don't know what we want. Some of them really try and we know they love us but some of them are so dumb yet our love for them remains intensely unfaltering.
Lord, when we die, please make sure to send us ahead to where ever our humans are going to be, so we can pave the way for them, vouch for them and be there for them when they too die.....
Please allow us to continue proving the humans are worth the effort. You placed these humans in dominion over us, but you charged us with the task of caring for them And SHOWING them your love every one of them.
God bless these mere mortal humans, they know not that we are their guardian angels sent in love to task them so that they may grow to be part of your plan.
You and Us God... we'll bring them back into the fold... you and us.
Away in the shelter only steel for a bed
The little tiny Kitten laid down his sweet head
with none to love him here's where he'll stay
Where no one will hold him at all this day.
People are busy, the kitten awakes
But little sweet kitty no mews does he make
Forgive us little baby, for what can we do
There are just too few of us and too many of you
Be brave little kitty the angels are near
Close by and forever they will hold you dear
I love you little kitty the angels do say
Soon you will be with us forever to stay.
I AM WRITING THIS LETTER TO YOU FROM DEATH ROW,
THE LAST DAY OF MY LIFE. YES, IN JUST A FEW SHORT HOURS,
I WILL WALK DOWN THAT LONG CORRIDOR, TO THE GAS CHAMBER.
NO PRIEST WILL ESCORT ME, GIVING ME COMFORT OR PRAYERS FOR MY SOUL.
NO FAMILY WILL VISIT ME OR EVEN MISS ME WHEN I AM GONE.
MY "FAMILY" ABANDONED ME LONG AGO.
AS A MATTER OF FACT, I DOUBT ANYONE WILL EVER GIVE ME OR MY DEATH
EVEN A PASSING THOUGHT AFTER TODAY.
THE SADDEST FACT IN THIS WHOLE MATTER IS THAT I AM INNOCENT.
I HAVE DONE NO CRIME, YET TODAY, I WILL DIE IN THE GAS CHAMBER.
I KNOW THAT OTHERS HAVE SAID "I AM INNOCENT", ALL THE WAY TO THEIR DEATHS, BUT IN MY CASE, IT IS THE TRUTH. LET ME TAKE YOU BACK THROUGH MY LIFE, TELL YOU MY STORY, PLEASE TAKE THE TIME TO READ IT, THEN YOU DECIDE FOR YOURSELF WHETHER OR NOT I DESERVE TO DIE.
I DO NOT KNOW MY PARENTS. I DOUBT THAT THEY EVEN REMEMBER ME. I DO NOT THINK THAT MY PARENTS KNEW EACH OTHER FOR VERY LONG. MY BIRTH WAS JUST A TRAGIC BEGINNING OF A TORMENTED LIFE, CONCEIVED BY STRANGERS. I KNOW THAT MY FATHER WAS NOT AROUND FOR MY BIRTH, AND MY MOTHER DID NOT STICK AROUND FOR VERY LONG AFTER. I GUESS I CANNOT REALLY BLAME MY MOTHER, SHE JUST "COULD NOT TAKE CARE OF ME. AS A YOUNGSTER, I SEEMED TO JUST "FALL THROUGH THE CRACKS" OF THE SYSTEM. I WANDERED AROUND AIMLESSLY LOOKING FOR FOOD AND SHELTER ANYWHERE I COULD FIND IT. EVERY ONCE IN a while A KIND PERSON WOULD TRY TO HELP ME OUT, BUT IT WAS ALWAYS TEMPORARY SYMPATHY, AND THEN THEY WOULD BE ON THEIR WAY, LEAVING ME JUST ALONE AS EVER.
AS FATE WOULD HAVE IT, I WOUND UP PREGNANT. IT WAS A HARD PREGNANCY. I NEVER SEEMED TO GET ENOUGH TO EAT, AND HAVING NO PERMANENT HOME, I WAS ALWAYS EXPOSED TO THE WEATHER. I ACTUALLY SLEPT OUTSIDE THROUGHOUT MY ENTIRE PREGNANCY.
NO MEDICAL CARE WAS AVAILABLE TO ME, MY FIRST PREGNANCY PRODUCED TWO BEAUTIFUL BABIES, BUT LIKE MY OWN MOTHER, I COULD NOT CARE FOR THEM. I DO NOT KNOW WHAT EVENTUALLY BECAME OF MY BABIES. AS A MATTER OF FACT, I HAVE GIVEN BIRTH ON THREE SEPARATE OCCASIONS AND I DO NOT KNOW WHERE ANY OF MY BABIES ARE NOW. SHORTLY AFTER MY THIRD PREGNANCY, MY HEALTH WAS SUFFERING BADLY. I DID NOT KNOW HOW TO GET MEDICAL ATTENTION AND NOBODY OFFERED TO HELP ME. I WAS VERY MALNOURISHED AND EXTREMELY WEAK.
ONE PARTICULARLY BAD DAY, I WAS STUMBLING AROUND THE STREETS, VERY TIRED, VERY HUNGRY, AND VERY WEAK. I GUESS I JUST WAS NOT PAYING ATTENTION, BUT I STEPPED OUT INTO THE STREET. AN ONCOMING CAR TRIED TO STOP BUT IT WAS TOO LATE. I WAS KNOCKED DOWN AND I FELT A TERRIBLE PAIN IN MY LEG. I WAS SURE IT WAS BROKEN. THE CAR KEPT GOING AND ONCE AGAIN I WAS IN TERRIBLE TROUBLE. I KNEW I HAD TO GET OUT OF THE STREET, SO I DRAGGED MYSELF TO THE CURB.
ONCE AGAIN, I NEEDED MEDICAL TREATMENT, BUT IT SEEMED THAT ONCE AGAIN, NOT ONE PERSON WAS WILLING TO HELP ME.
TIME MARCHED ON AND I CONTINUED TO STRUGGLE ALONG. I WAS HANGING OUT ON THE STREETS ONE NIGHT AND I WAS PICKED UP BY A MAN. HE SEEMED NICE ENOUGH AT FIRST, HE TOOK ME HOME WITH HIM, OFFERED ME FOOD AND SHELTER SO I DECIDED TO HANG AROUND FOR AWHILE. I AM NOT REALLY SURE WHAT I DID WRONG, BUT AFTER AWHILE HE SAID HE WAS TIRED OF ME AND COULD NOT AFFORD TO HAVE ME AROUND AND THAT I WOULD HAVE TO GO.
WE GOT INTO HIS CAR, DROVE OUT TO AN OLD DESERTED ROAD AND HE PUT ME OUT. HE JUST LEFT ME THERE. I WAS ALONE AGAIN.
AFTER SEVERAL LONG DAYS, I FOUND MY WAY TO THE NEAREST CITY. I THOUGHT SURELY I WOULD FIND SOMEBODY TO HELP ME OUT OF THIS "HELL ON EARTH" THAT I FOUND MYSELF LIVING IN. EVENTUALLY, THE POLICE, WHO HAD SEEN ME HANGING OUT ON THE STREETS FOR SEVERAL DAYS PICKED ME UP AND TOOK ME TO THIS HORRIBLE PRISON WHERE I NOW FIND MYSELF. I HAVE BEEN HERE ABOUT A WEEK AND NOBODY HAS TOLD ME WHAT WRONG I HAVE COMMITTED. I SLEEP, EAT, AND RELIEVE MYSELF IN MY LITTLE CELL. THE SMELL IS HORRIBLE AND IT IS SO VERY NOISY HERE. ALL THE OTHER PRISONERS CRY AND CALL OUT ENDLESSLY. IT SEEMS THAT I AM BEING PUNISHED FOR SIMPLY BEING BORN. HOW CAN THIS HAPPEN IN SUCH A "CIVILIZED" WORLD? SO, NOW THAT YOU HAVE READ MY STORY, WHAT DO YOU THINK? DO YOU THINK THAT I MUST BE VIOLENT, THAT MAYBE I AM A BANK ROBBER, OR DRUG DEALER, OR MAYBE EVEN A MURDERER? WHATEVER YOU THINK, DO NOT FEEL SORRY FOR ME.. MAYBE I WILL FIND THE PEACE IN DEATH THAT I HAVE NEVER FOUND IN LIFE. BY THE WAY, I AM NOT A BANK ROBBER, DRUG DEALER, OR MURDERER.
I AM NOT EVEN HUMAN...
I AM A DOG.
If it should be that I grow frail and weak And pain should keep me from my sleep - Then you must do what must be done For this, the 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 and friendship, stand the test. We've had so many happy years What is to come can hold no fears. You'd not want to suffer so, When the time comes, please let me go. Take me where my needs they'll tend. Only stay with me until the end And hold me firm and speak to me Until my eyes no longer see I know in time, you too will see It is a kindness you do to me, Although my tail its last has moved From pain and suffering I've been saved. Don't grieve that it should be you Who has to decide this thing to do We've been so close - we two these years, Don't let your heart hold any tears.
I remember bringing you home. You were so small and cuddly with your tiny paws and soft fur. You bounced around the room with eyes flashing and ears flopping. Once in a while, you'd let out a yelp just to let me know this was your territory. Making a mess of the house and chewing on everything in sight became a passion, and when I scolded you, you just put your head down and looked up at me with those innocent eyes, as if to say, "I'm sorry, but I'll do it again as soon as you're not watching." As you got older, you protected me by looking out the window and barking at everyone who walked by. When I had a tough day at work, you would be waiting for me with your tail wagging just to say, "Welcome home. I missed you." You never had a bad day, and I could always count on you to be there for me. When I sat down to read the paper and watch TV, you would hop on my lap, looking for attention. You never asked for anything more than to have me pat your head so you could go to sleep with your head over my leg. As you got older, you moved around more slowly. Then, one day, old age finally took its toll, and you couldn't stand on those wobbly legs anymore. I knelt down and patted you lying there, trying to make you young again. You just looked up at me as if to say you were old and tired and that after all these years of not asking for anything, you had to as me for one last favor. With tears in my eyes, I drove you one last time to the vet. One last time, you were lying next to me. For some strange reason, you were able to stand up in the animal hospital; perhaps it was your sense of pride. As the vet led you away, you stopped for an instant, turned your head and looked at me as if to say, "Thank you for taking care of me." I thought, "No, thank you for taking care of me."