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A RESCUE PRAYER Now I lay me down to rest I pray my soul can stand this test Of watching critters lose their homes While owners gripe and cry and moan I long for strength of spirit that They'll find a loving home again Where they will know a loving heart I can't do much, but it's a start And spare me from the owner's pleas About the baby's allergies Or how they're moving out of state Or spitefulness 'tween cat and mate Please keep me sane while dealing with The woman who bought as a gift A wriggling tiny ball of fluff That now is playing way too rough Remind me I should bite my lip When confronted with "he grew too quick" "I didn't know he'd get so large" "He seems to think that he's in charge" Protect my heart when I hear them say "I think we'll breed our dog one day" Sometimes I think it'll break in two; Each day brings trials harsh and new And if I die before I wake I pray one hopeless soul you'll take My tears are gone, my faith is bare Lord, please hear my rescue prayer. ~Author Unknown
RESCUE ON CHRISTMAS
T'was the night
before Christmas
when all thru the house,
Not a creature was stirring.
Not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
with no thought of the family dog in their heads.
And Mom in her kerchief, I in my cap, knew the dog was so cold...but
didn't care about that.
When out on the
lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see "What's the matter?"
Away to the window I flew like a flash.
Thought the dog broke his chain & was into the trash!
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear but Santa Nicholas standing
there...
Eyes full of tears.
He unchained the poor dog once so lively and quick.
Last year's Christmas present now painfully sick.
More rapid than eagles he called the dog's name
and the dog ran right to him, despite all his pain.
"Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen.
On Comet on Cupid on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch. To the top of the wall!
Let's find him a GOOD home where he's loved by ALL!"
I knew in an instant...no gifts here this year,
For Santa had made one thing perfectly clear...
The "gift" of a dog is not just for the Season.
We acquired the dog for all the wrong reasons.
In our haste to
think of the kids---"What a gift!"
There was one vital thing that we seemed to have missed...
A dog should be family, and cared for the same...
You don't give a Gift, then put it on a chain.
And I heard him explain as he rode out of site:
"YOU WEREN'T GIVING A GIFT. YOU WERE GIVING A LIFE!"
~Author
Unknown
The Night before Christmas at The Shelter '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 baby ways. Once we were little, then we grew and we grew, now we're no longer young and no longer new. So out the back door we were thrown like trash, they reacted so quickly ~ why were they so rash? We "jump on the children," " don't come when we 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 consequences of the errors They made. If only they'd trained us, if only we knew... we'd have done what they asked us and worshipped 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 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, give 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 your 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 hope to everyone here? Please make a donation to pay for the heat... and help us get something special to eat. The shelter that cares for us wants us to live, and more of us will, if more people give. ~Author Unknown
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
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