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02-27-2007, 05:30 PM
I just wanted to share this with all of you. My best friend did this for me as a pick-me-up a couple of months ago. It is wonderful.
:010105k_crying: They are Happy tears though!


02-27-2007, 06:15 PM

Shannon, that was wonderful! Talk about a tear jerker.
All those beautiful faces:Love::love0046:

Thanks for sharing that with us.


02-27-2007, 07:00 PM
Shannon, I remember when you posted this a while back. IT is absolutely beautiful and I'm glad you posted it again as I wanted to bookmark it and didn't. Awesome, moving, wonderful! Thanks for all you do!!!

02-27-2007, 08:08 PM
Couldn't watch it at home (dial-up), so I watched it at work. Good thing most of the rest of the staff was on a ski trip today - only a couple of them saw me with my Kleenex box.
What a BEAUTIFUL & very special tribute. All of those faces just reach out and grab your heartstrings.

02-27-2007, 09:40 PM
That was awsome all those wonderful faces. You were right it was a tear jerker. Thank you for sharing that

02-28-2007, 01:04 AM
:010105k_crying: :kleenex: :010105k_crying: :kleenex:
Oh that was beautiful but you were right about the tissues!

Thank you Shannon and NHCD for my two BEST friends Scout and Sugar! Thay are the best!!!

Doug in Alaska
02-28-2007, 01:31 AM
Very nice, but very sad. I wish I had the time and energy to adopt a few of the lost souls.

Thanks for sharing. :Smiles (5):

02-28-2007, 06:45 PM
well, i know i can't watch the video. i will be a mess for weeks. susan

02-28-2007, 11:02 PM
It's a WONDERFUL video. You will feel GOOD at the end - those are the faces of some very LUCKY dogs!!!

04-30-2007, 11:09 PM
Some will be happy, some will be sad. Post your rescue-related encouragements, musings, poems, books, videos, and other resources here.

:paw: :paw:

04-30-2007, 11:13 PM
I just finished reading "From Baghdad, With Love", by Lt. Jay Kopelman & Melissa Roth - the story of Lava, a mixed-breed puppy Lt. Kopelman found in Fallujah, and the huge and complicated rescue effort to get him to the U.S. You think YOU got transport troubles! For those of you who could use a lift after a tough rescue, this would be it. :)

Anyway, an absolutely wonderful book - I loved it, and highly recommend it.

Lt. Kopelman is included on Military Mascots' website below - scroll down toward the bottom of the page. Bonnie Buckley, by the way, who runs Military Mascots, is a wonderful woman who works out of her home and incredibly hard for the soldiers who request her help. She also had a hand in getting Lava home.


04-30-2007, 11:16 PM
I Want To Quit!
Author: Joan C. Fremo
Published on: May 16, 2001

I want to quit!
My health is bad. There are days I feel so terrible that I can barely move. My phone bills are outrageous, and I could have replaced my van with the funds I have spent these last 3 years---on animals that were not my own.

I want to quit!
I spend hours and hours emailing about dogs. There may be 500 messages when I start---and at 4 AM, when I finally shut down the computer, there are still 500 emails to be read.

I want to quit!
Gosh, I haven't the time left to email my friends. I can't remember the last book I read, and I gave up my subscription to my local newspaper--- I used to enjoy reading it, cover to cover, but now it often ends up in the bottom of the squirrel's cage---unread.

I want to quit!
I've spent days emailing what seems like everyone---trying to find a foster home, help for a dog languishing in a shelter---but his time has run out, and the shelter has had to euthanize to make room for the next sad soul.

I want to quit!
I swear, I walk away from my computer to stretch my legs---let the dogs out---and come back to find another dog in desperate need. There are times I really dread checking my email. How will I find the funds, the help, to save yet another dog?

I want to quit!
I save one dog, and two more take its place. Now an owner who doesn't want his dog---it won't stay in his unfenced yard. An intact male wanders... This bitch got pregnant by a stray... This 3-month-old pup killed baby chicks... The dog got too big... This person's moving and needs to give up his pet. I ask you, friends---what town, what city, what state doesn't allow you to own a pet?

I want to quit!
I just received another picture, another sad soul with tormented eyes that peer out of a malnourished body. I hear whimpering in my sleep, have nightmares for days...

I want to quit!
Many of the "Breed People" don't seem to want to hear about these dogs. Breeders either don't realize, or just don't care, how many dogs of their breed are dying in shelters.

I want to quit!
I just got off the phone. "Are you Pyr Rescue? We want to adopt a male to breed to our female." How many times do I have to explain? I have tried to explain about genetics, about health and pedigrees. I explain that rescue NEUTERS! I usually end up sobbing, as I explain about the vast numbers of animals dying in shelters across the country, as I describe the condition many of these animals are found in. I wonder if they really heard me...

I want to quit!
It is not like I don't have enough rescues of my own to worry about---but others have placed dogs improperly and aren't there to advise the new owners.

I want to quit!
There ARE some unscrupulous rescues out there---hoarders, collectors, and folks who will short change the care of the animals to make a dollar. The save them all, regardless of temperament, putting fellow rescuer's and adopters at risk but not being truthful.

I want to quit!
I have trusted the wrong people--- had faith and heart broken...

I want to quit!
AND THEN... My dog, Magnus, lays his head in my lap, he comforts me with his gentle presence---and the thought of his cousins suffering stirs my heart.

I want to quit!
AND THEN... One of those 500 emails is from an adopter. They are thanking me for the most wonderful dog on earth---they cannot imagine life with out their friend---their life is changed, and they are so grateful.

I want to quit!
AND THEN... One of my adopted Rescues has visited a nursing home. A patient that has spent the last few years unable to communicate, not connecting-- -Lifts his hand to pat the huge head in his lap, softly speaks his first words in ages--- to this gentle furchild.

I want to quit!
AND THEN... A Good Samaritan has found and vetted a lost baby, "I can't keep him, but I'll take care of him until you find his forever home."

I want to quit!
AND THEN... "Jamie took his first steps holding on to our Pyr." "Joan, you should see this dog nursing this hurt kitten!" "I was so sick, Joan, and he never left my side..."

I want to quit!
AND THEN... I get an email from a fellow rescuer, "Haven't heard from you in a while---you OK? You know I think of you..."

I want to quit!
AND THEN... A dozen rescuers step up to help, to transport, to pull, and to offer encouragement. I have friends I have never seen, but we share tears, joys, and everything in between. I am not alone. I am blest with family of the heart, my fellow Rescuers. Just days ago it was a friend who shared her wit and wisdom, whose late night email lifted my heart. Sometimes it is friends who only have time to forward you a smile. Often, it is my friends who forward me the notices of dogs in need.

There are Rescuers who see a failing transport and do everything they can to find folks to pull it together for you.

Rescuers who'll overnight or foster your Dog while you seek transport.

There are Rescuers not used to or comfortable with your breed, but who put aside their discomfort to help.

There are Rescuers whose words play the music of our hearts.

Foster homes that love your Rescue, and help to make them whole again---body and spirit. Foster homes that fit your baby in, though it may not be their breed.

Rescuers whose talents and determination give us tools to help us.
Rescuers we call on for help in a thousand ways, who answer us, who hear our pleas.
Rescuers who are our family, our strength, our comrades in battle.

I know I cannot save every Pyr in need. I know my efforts are a mere drop in a sea. I know that if I take on just one more---those I have will suffer.

I want to quit!
But I won't. When I feel overwhelmed, I'll stroke my Magnus's head while reading my fellow Rescuers emails. I'll cry with them, I'll laugh with them---and they will help me find the strength to go on.

I want to quit!
But not today. There's another email, another dog needing Rescue.

04-30-2007, 11:19 PM
http://www.muttcats.com/articles/stop_the_killing.htm (http://www.muttcats.com/articles/stop_the_killing.htm)

04-30-2007, 11:21 PM
http://brightlion.com/InHope/InHope.aspx (http://brightlion.com/InHope/InHope.aspx)

04-30-2007, 11:25 PM
http://tinyurl.com/yjwffm (http://tinyurl.com/yjwffm)

04-30-2007, 11:31 PM
www.prisonersofgreed.org (http://www.prisonersofgreed.org)

04-30-2007, 11:34 PM
"My Foster Dog is Beautiful", by Martha O'Connor

My foster dog stinks to high heaven. I don't know for sure what breed he is. His eyes are blank and hard. He won't let me pet him and growls when I reach for him. He has ragged scars and crusty sores on his skin. His nails are long and his teeth which he showed me are stained. I sigh. I drove two hours for this. I carefully maneuver him so that I can stuff him in the crate. Then I heft the crate and put it in the car. I am going home with my new foster dog.

At home I leave him in the crate till all the other dogs are in the yard. I get him out of the crate and ask him if he wants 'outside.' As I lead him to the door he hikes his leg on the wall and shows me his stained teeth again. When we come in he goes to the crate because that's the only safe place he sees. I offer him food but he won't eat it if I look at him, so I turn my back. When I come back the food is gone. I ask again about 'outside.' When we come back I pat him before I let him in the crate, he jerks away and runs into the crate to show me his teeth.

The next day I decide I can't stand the stink any longer I lead him into the bath with cheese in my hand. His fear of me is not quite overcome by his wish for the cheese. And well he should fear me, for I will give him a bath. After an attempt or two to bail out he is defeated and stands there. I have bathed four legged bath squirters for more dog years than he has been alive. His only defense was a show of his stained teeth that did not hold up to a face full of water. As I wash him it is almost as if I wash not only the stink and dirt away but also some of his hardness.

His eyes look full of sadness now. And he looks completely pitiful as only a soap covered dog can. I tell him that he will feel better when he is cleaned. After the soap the towels are not too bad so he lets me rub him dry. I take him outside. He runs for joy. The joy of not being in the tub and the joy of being clean. I, the bath giver, am allowed to share the joy. He comes to me and lets me pet him.

One week later I have a vet bill. His skin is healing. He likes for me to pet him. I think I know what color he will be when his hair grows in. I have found out he is terrified of other dogs. So I carefully introduce him to my mildest four legged brat. It doesn't go well.

Two weeks later a new vet bill for an infection that was missed on the first visit. He plays with the other dogs.

Three weeks later he asks to be petted. He chewed up part of the rug.

Eight weeks later his coat shines, he has gained weight. He shows his clean teeth when his tongue lolls out after he plays chase in the yard with the gang. His eyes are soft and filled with life. He loves hugs and likes to show off his tricks, if you have the cheese.

Someone called today and asked about him, they saw the picture I took the first week. They asked about his personality, his history, his breed. They asked if he was pretty. I asked them lots of questions. I checked up on them. I prayed. I said yes. When they saw him the first time they said he was the most beautiful dog they had ever seen.

Six months later I got a call from his new family. He is wonderful, smart, well behaved and very loving. How could someone not want him?

I told them I didn't know.

He is beautiful.


Written by: Martha O'Connor

05-06-2007, 02:38 AM

The Meaning of Rescue

Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed,
All nicely tucked in my new warm bed.
I'd like to open my baggage
Lest I forget,
There is so much to carry -
So much to regret.

Hmm...Yes, there it is, right on the top
Let's unpack Loneliness, Heartache and Loss,
And there by my leash hides Fear and Shame.
As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave -
I still have to unpack my baggage called Pain.

I loved them, the others, the ones who left me,
But I wasn't good enough - for they didn't want me.
Will you add to my baggage?
Will you help me unpack?
Or will you just look at my things -,
And take me right back?

Do you have the time to help me unpack?
To put away my baggage,
To never repack?
I pray that you do - I'm so tired you see,
But I do come with baggage -
Will you still want me?

-Evelyn Colbath

05-06-2007, 05:05 AM
:Bighug: to all who rescue and adopt!

05-14-2007, 03:09 PM

05-16-2007, 12:57 PM

05-17-2007, 12:09 PM

05-17-2007, 12:30 PM
By Dee Clair

I greet each day inside my cage
And wait for God to write my page
I wonder if you'll come today?
And let me feel the light of day

My whole life has been dark with pain
And those who caused it--what did they gain?
They stole my trust, my livelihood
And all because they simply could

I yearn to run through scented fields
Without a cage and lock to yield
To chase a squirrel that can't be caught
To earn a love that can't be bought

But the darkest days have a light
In the quiet mornings that follow night
You come to visit every day
Without a motive, without a pay

You carried me when I was weak
Brought trust I was too pained to seek
You healed my wounds that took their toll
You rescued my slowly dying soul

And now I listen for your voice
Knowing that you're here by choice
You didn't know me at the start
And yet I'm planted in your heart

I'm learning to accept your praise
And not avert my fearful gaze
Forgive me if I cower still
My life has been against my will

I feel that you are growing tired
Within this fight that you've been mired
If you can keep your doubts at bay
It would mean the world if you could stay

I can't predict how this will end
But I know this of you, my friend
You selflessly all played your part
You saved me with your tender heart

05-18-2007, 12:15 PM

05-18-2007, 12:41 PM
I really enjoy this thread-thank you for starting it.

05-19-2007, 01:36 AM
I Want To Quit!

Can't tell you how many times this has been me...:010105c_laugh:

05-19-2007, 10:44 PM

05-29-2007, 08:06 AM

06-19-2007, 12:36 PM

07-03-2007, 08:08 PM

Unlike most days at Rainbow Bridge, this day dawned cold and gray, damp as a swamp and as dismal as could be imagined. All of the recent arrivals had no idea what to think, as they had never experienced a day like this before. But the animals who had been waiting for their beloved people knew exactly what was going on and started to gather at the pathway leading to The Bridge to watch.

It wasn't long before an elderly animal came into view, head hung low and tail dragging. The other animals, the ones who had been there for a while, knew what his story was right away, for they had seen this happen far too often.

He approached slowly, obviously in great emotional pain, but with no sign of injury or illness. Unlike all of the other animals waiting at The Bridge, this animal had not been restored to youth and made healthy and vigorous again. As he walked toward The Bridge, he watched all of the other animals watching him. He knew he was out of place here and the sooner he could cross over, the happier he would be.

But, alas, as he approached The Bridge, his way was barred, he would not be able to pass. Only those animals who were with their people could pass over Rainbow Bridge.

With no place else to turn to, the elderly animal turned towards the fields before The Bridge and saw a group of other animals like himself, also elderly and infirm. They weren't playing, but rather simply lying on the green grass, forlornly staring out at the pathway leading to The Bridge. And so, he took his place among them, watching the pathway and waiting.
One of the newest arrivals at The Bridge didn't understand what he had just witnessed and asked one of the animals that had been there for a while to explain it to him.

You see, that poor animal was a rescue. He was turned in to rescue just as you see him now, an older animal with his fur graying and his eyes clouding. He never made it out of rescue and passed on with only the love of his rescuer to comfort him as he left his earthly existence. Because he had no family to give his love to, he has no one to escort him across The Bridge.

The first animal thought about this for a minute and then asked, "So what will happen now?" As he was about to receive his answer, the clouds suddenly parted and the gloom lifted. Approaching The Bridge could be seen a single person and among the older animals, a whole group was suddenly bathed in a golden light and they were all young and healthy again, just as they were in the prime of life.

"Watch, and see" said the second animal. A second group of animals from those waiting came to the pathway and bowed low as the person neared. At each bowed head, the person offered a pat on the head or a scratch behind the ears. The newly restored animals fell into line and followed her towards The Bridge.

They all crossed The Bridge together.

"What happened?"

"That was a rescuer." The animals you saw bowing in respect were those who found new homes because of her work. They will cross when their new families arrive. Those you saw restored were those who never found homes. When a rescuer arrives, they are allowed to perform one, final act of rescue. They are allowed to escort those poor animals that they couldn't place on earth, across The Rainbow Bridge.
(Author Unknown)

07-03-2007, 08:15 PM
I looked at all the caged animals in the
shelter...the cast-offs of human society.
I saw in their eyes love and hope, fear
and dread, sadness and betrayal.

And I was angry.

"God," I said, "this is terrible! Why don't
you do something?" God was silent
for a moment and then He spoke softly.
I have done something," He replied.

"I created you."

~The Animals' Savior
Copyright Jim Willis 1999

07-11-2007, 07:06 PM

"Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed,
All nicely tucked in my warm new bed.
I'd like to open my baggage lest I forget
There is so much to carry - So much to regret.

Hmm . . . Yes there it is, right on the top.

Let's unpack Loneliness, Heartache and Loss;
And there by my leash hides Fear and Shame.
As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave ?
I still have to unpack my baggage called Pain.

I loved them, the others, the ones who left me,
But I wasn't good enough - for they didn't want me.
Will you add to my baggage?
Will you help me unpack?
Or will you just look at my things -And take me right back?

Do you have the time to help me unpack?
To put away my baggage, to never repack?
I pray that you do - I'm so tired you see,
But I do come with baggage ?

Will YOU still want ME?"

By Evelyn Colbath (c) 1995 Baggage All rights reserved

07-11-2007, 11:24 PM
By Roxanne DeWinter, 2001

Blessed Are They
who despite their own strife,
do whatever is needed
to save one more life.
Blessed Are They
who make it their choice
to look after the innocent
ones with no Voice.
Blessed Are They
who with patience and care
show the hurt and abandoned
that someone is there.
Blessed Are They
who remain in the fight
as a soul that they've loved
slips away in the night....
Blessed Are They
who give all that they know,
then surrender their "children"
and watch as they go....
And Blessed Are They
who by deed make it known,
that by saving these lives,
we are saving our own...

Roxanne DeWinter is a professional writer and editor. She is an animal activist and was the former Executive Director of an Animal Rescue in Phoenix, Arizona. Visit Roxanne's website at www.voicesfromthestream.com (http://www.voicesfromthestream.com/)

07-13-2007, 03:10 PM
A Rescuer's Voice Mail Message
~ Author Unknown

Hello, You have reached 123-4567, Tender Hearts Rescue.

Due to the high volume of calls we have been receiving, please listen closely to the following options and choose the one that best describes you or your situation:

Press 1 if you think we are veterinarians and want free medical advice.

Press 2 if you know we are a rescue organization but want to save money and have us give you free, untrained medical advice anyway.

Press 3 if you make $200,000 a year but still want us to pay to spay the "stray" in your yard (house).

Press 4 if you have a 10-year-old dog and your 15-year-old son has suddenly become allergic and you need to find the dog a new home right away.

Press 5 if you have three dogs, had a baby and want to get rid of your dogs because you are the only person in the world to have a baby and dogs at the same time.

Press 6 if your dog is sick and needs a vet but you need the money for your vacation.

Press 7 if you just got a brand new puppy and your old dog is having problems adjusting so you want to get rid of the old one right away.

Press 8 if your little puppy has grown up and is no longer small and cute and you want to trade it in for a new model.

Press 9 if you are elderly and want to adopt a cute puppy who is not active and is going to outlive you.

Press 10 if your relative has died and you don't want to care for their elderly dog because it doesn't fit your lifestyle.

Press 11 if you are moving today and need to immediately place your 150 pound, 8-year-old, unneutured, aggressive dog.

Press 12 if you want an unpaid volunteer to come to your home today and pick up the dog you no longer want.

Press 13 if you have been feeding and caring for a "stray" for the lastthree years, are moving and suddenly determine it's not your dog.

Press 14 if you are calling at 6 a.m. to make sure you wake me up before I have to go to work so you can drop a dog off on your way to work.

Press 15 to leave us an anonymous garbled message, letting us know you have left a dog in our yard in the middle of January, which is in fact, better than just leaving the dog with no message.

Press 16 if you are going to get angry because we are not going to take your dog that you have had for fifteen years, because it is not our responsibility.

Press 17 if you are going to threaten to take your ten year old dog to be euthanized because we can't get to your house in the next hour.

Press 18 if you're going to get angry because the volunteers had the audacity to go on vacation and leave the dogs in care of a trusted volunteer who is not authorized to take your personal pet.

Press 19 if you want one of our perfectly trained, housebroken, kid and cat friendly purebred tiny dogs that we have an abundance of.

Press 20 if you want us to take your dog that has a slight aggression problem, i.e. has only bitten a few people and killed your neighbor's cats.

Press 21 if you have already called once and been told we don't take personal surrenders but thought you would get a different person this time with a different answer.

Press 22 if you want us to use space that would go to a stray to board your personal dog while you are on vacation, free of charge, of course.

Press 23 if it is Christmas Eve or Easter morning and you want me to deliver an eight week old puppy to your house by 6:30 am before your kids wake up.

Press 24 if you have bought your children a duckling, chick or baby bunny for Easter and it is now Christmas and no longer cute.

Press 25 if you want us to take your female dog who has already had ten litters, but we can't spay her because she is pregnant again and it is against your religion.

Press 26 if you're lying to make one of our younger volunteers feel bad and take your personal pet off your hands.

Press 27 if your cat is biting and not using the litter box because it is declawed, but are not willing to accept the responsibility that the cat's behavior is altered because of your nice furniture.

Press 28 if your two year old male dog is marking all over your house but you just haven't gotten around to having him neutered.

Press 29 if you previously had an outdoor only dog and are calling because she is suddenly pregnant.

Press 30 if you have done "everything" to housebreak your dog and have had no success but you don't want to crate the dog because it is cruel.

Press 31 if you didn't listen to the message asking for an evening phone number and you left your work number when all volunteers are also working and you are angry because no one called you back.

Press 32 if you need a puppy immediately and cannot wait because today is your daughter's birthday and you forgot when she was born.

Press 33 if your dog's coat doesn't match your new furniture and you need a different color or breed.

Press 34 if your new love doesn't like your dog and you are too stupid to get rid of the new friend (who will dump you in the next month anyway) instead of the dog.

Press 35 if you went through all these 'presses' and didn't hear enough. This press will connect you to the sounds of tears being shed by one of our volunteers who is holding a discarded old dog while the vet mercifully frees him from of the grief of missing his family.

07-13-2007, 07:21 PM
Hello, You have reached 123-4567, Tender Hearts Rescue.

Due to the high volume of calls we have been receiving, please listen closely to the following options and choose the one that best describes you or your situation:

Press 35 if you went through all these 'presses' and didn't hear enough. This press will connect you to the sounds of tears being shed by one of our volunteers who is holding a discarded old dog while the vet mercifully frees him from of the grief of missing his family.


07-16-2007, 05:04 PM
The Reason
(to you, from all your rescue dogs)
I would've died that day if not for you.
I would've given up on life if not for your kind eyes.
I would've used my teeth in fear if not for your gentle hands.
I would have left this life believing that all humans don't care
Believing there is no such thing as fur that isn't matted,
skin that isn't flea bitten,
good food and enough of it,
beds to sleep on, and
someone to love me, to show me I deserve love just because I exist.
Your kind eyes, your loving smile, your gentle hands
Your big heart saved me...
You saved me from the terror of the streets and the pound,
Soothing away the memories of my old life.
You have taught me what it means to be loved.
I have seen you do the same for other dogs like me.
I have heard you ask yourself in times of despair "Why do I it?"
When there is no more money, no more room, no more homes
You open your heart a little bigger, stretch the money a little tighter
Make just a little more room...to save one more like me.
I tell you with the gratitude and love that shines in my eyes
In the best way I know how
Reminding you why you go on trying.
I am the reason ...
The dogs before me are the reason...
As are the ones who come after.
Our lives would've been wasted, our love never given
We would have died if not for you

07-19-2007, 11:31 PM
Prayer for Those Who Suffer

For those who suffer,
and those who cry this night,
give them repose, Lord;
a pause in their burdens.
Let there be minutes
where they experience peace,
not of man
but of angels.
Love them, Lord,
when others cannot.
Hold them, Lord,
when we fail with human arms.
Hear their prayers
and give them the ability to hear You back
in whatever language they best understand.

? 1996 by Margaret A. Davidson, All Rights Reserved

07-20-2007, 04:17 AM
Once I was a lonely dog, 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 to 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 lived 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 heartbeat, I could tell they felt it too.
They said, "We have been waiting for a special dog 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 dogs in the pound and on the street.
And send a Rescue Person to lift them off their feet."

by Arlene Pace-September 18, 1998
When I wrote this poem it was inspired by my foster Sheltie "Patchie" who, by the way, is in a home where he is the light of their eyes. I think now that it is more in the way I see the rescue efforts of all the people that are doing such a great a job all over this country. So I wish to dedicate this poem to all of you in rescue, the doers, the helpers, the donators of money and/or time and tears.

07-20-2007, 04:23 AM

[by Jim Willis, Author]
Our paths will cross for only a short time, but while you are in my care I will be devoted to you. If memories of your former life are painful, I will help erase them. No longer will you hunger and I will help to heal your wounds. If your former life was good, I will promise you an even better future.
One day our time together will come to an end and you will go off to your new home, healthy, happy and healed. As a parting gift, I will give you a piece of my heart to remember me by. I may shed a tear . . . not for my loss, but for your gain.
Perhaps our paths may cross again for a fleeting instant and I will be comforted by the aura of love that surrounds you. There will always be a bond between us, though we walk separate paths through this life.
After we reach our heavenly reward our paths may cross again. You may try to return the piece of my heart with thanks for all that I did for you. I will tell you to keep it and thank you for showing me that I could be better than I thought I could be, and that I learned in giving came the greatest gifts.
The pieces of our hearts are like grains of sand. They are pulled along a current beyond our control until they come together and form a safe haven.
I, like you, came to understand what it meant to be saved.

Copyright Jim Willis, All Rights Reserved (used with permission on this site). See Jim's site http://www.crean.com/jimwillis for more of his writings including "How Could You?", "The Animals' Savior," "The Basset Chronicles" and other favorites, and information about his book, Pieces of My Heart - Writings Inspired by Animals and Nature. "How Could You?" can be downloaded directly from there and everyone is encourage to distribute it, with the proper copyright, of course.

09-22-2007, 10:26 PM
Spay or Neuter your pet

A man in Grand Rapids, Michigan took out a $7000 full page ad in the paper to present the following essay to the people of his community.
It really touched my heart and I hope it will yours too.
How Could You?
By Jim Willis 2001
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I "was bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent, and roll me over for a belly rub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.
Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."
As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.
There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness.
You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers."
You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.
After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream ... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.
I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room.
She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her.
The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.
May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
The End....
A note from the author...
If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly owned pets who die each year in American and Canadian animal shelters. Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a noncommercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice. Please use it to help educate, on websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious.
Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.

09-23-2007, 02:08 AM
My friend recently adopted a dog who had been the absolute centre of attention until the children came along. This dog was also wonderful with the kids but the parents had lost interest in the dog.

When a health crisis for the dog emerged they were happy to let the dog die in pain just for the want of antibiotics. They couldnt be bothered to take the dog to the vet and they thought it was a good way to get rid of the dog.

Fortunately my friend intervened and took the dog and cared for her and the dog is still happy, active and loving in the care of this person.

It makes me so mad.


09-24-2007, 10:43 PM
thank you for that.... i cryed like a girl!!!!

10-11-2007, 10:10 AM

You have a mental list of people you'd like to spay, neuter or euthanize.

You stopped at a house with a "Free Puppies" sign in the yard to have an educational "Chat," and your kids had to post your bail.

Running out of paper towels is a household crisis.

You not only KNOW all the characteristics of a good "stool," you discuss them at dinner.

Your checks have messages on them like "Subtract Two Testicles For Every Four Feet."

You have a bumper sticker that reads "My German Shepherd Is Smarter Than Your Graduate Student."

You secretly wonder about such things as how animals can manage without wiping.

You absentmindedly pat people on the head or scratch them behind their ears.

Given the choice of having your teeth cleaned or their teeth cleaned, they get their teeth cleaned.

You not only allow pets on the couch, guests have to sit on the floor because the dog has "territorial issues."

Your spouse missed the final game of the World Series because the cat wanted to watch his favorite video, "Birds of North America."

Anytime the animal appears lethargic, you go on-line and investigate vetmed websites, pose questions to your address book and on e-lists, and by the time you digest all the information and field the correspondence, the animal has torn out the window screens, and left something disgusting in your favorite pair of shoes.

Your chat room handle is "Queen of Spayeds."

You and your vet are on a first name basis and he genuflects when you enter the waiting room. His daughter at Harvard refers to you as "Auntie."

You needed a prescription to recover from "Old Yeller."

You've forwarded more warnings about the dangers of chocolate, onions and mistletoe than the National Center for Disease Control has issued about anthrax and smallpox.

You wear white year 'round, not because you are flaunting a fashion law or belong to a religious sect but because you can BLEACH it.

By the time you investigate different flea control products, their advantages and potential risks, natural versus chemical methods, and study the life cycle of the flea, any fleas have died of old age.

You tell your children to "heel!" in a grocery store.

For relaxation, you went mall hopping with your girlfriends. Your eyes glazed over when you saw a sign in front of a pet shop, "20% Off All Puppies & Kittens," and you slapped three security guards before they got you safely contained in the manager's office.

People are still talking about your spay-neuter holiday greeting from last year, "Deck the Halls with Balls of Collies."

10-11-2007, 10:13 AM
:120104laughter01: OMG Eileen Than was hysterical! Thank you :120104laughter01:

10-11-2007, 10:43 AM
That was great thank you for making my day. You wouldn't believ how amny of those occurs at my house.:s8:

Cowdog Mom
10-11-2007, 04:39 PM
Love it! Especially the analysis stool one....we've been doing alot of that around my home lately!! :110104emot30_astoni

10-11-2007, 05:20 PM
Awesome Eileen. The first one really hit a note with me :120104laughter01:

10-11-2007, 05:51 PM
Too funny:120104laughter01: Just gave me a good out loud laugh before going out to do chores. The last one is too much. Thanks for such a good belly laugh

Jean & Crew

10-12-2007, 11:44 AM
This is too funny!!!:120104laughter01:

I remember when my kids were little and running in a store I used to yell "whoa" at them. I was showing horses then so that came natural. I have been known to tell people to "sit-stay" and hold my hand out.

Yesterday when I went to write out my check in the grocery store and was fishing in my purse for a pen I grabbed a rawhide chew stick. The cashier gave me a really weird look, lol.

10-15-2007, 09:35 AM
I hate crying this hard.

That's why I have two rescued ACD's that will NEVER feel what that dog felt. My boy could've been the dog in that story. He was sold to a family from a pet store. The pet store had told the family he was a white German shepherd because he was still a little white ACD pup. The family had Tugg for a year, through all his puppiness, then when they were pretty darn sure that he was anything BUT a white German shepherd and he had too much energy and needed training, they dropped him off at the shelter. I was told by the shelter staff that they just drove away and didn't look back while Tugg sat there crying while they did his paperwork. They never heard from that family again. The family never wanted to know if he'd been adopted (or put down) nothing. After 3 months in the shelter I found him on Petfinder. I can barely stand to be away from him to go to work, how anyone could just let him go escapes me.

My girl was also a rescue and she has an incredible fear of animal shelters.

My first priority is them because they are defenseless and can't make life choices without me so if I were to be offered another job far away or something they would be the number one consideration before anything else.

10-15-2007, 09:57 AM
Due to my dogs I have made the best decisions in my life for myself and them. I was always torn when i left my dog at home so I decided to be an artist and stay at home with my dogs, Years later I may not be wealthy in the money sense but everyday i am so grateful that i have my fur faces with me 24/7 my heart is so full. I wouldn't have changed a thing if I could back to do so.

10-16-2007, 06:42 PM
That was soo touching.

10-16-2007, 08:44 PM
I think everyone should have to read "How could you??? before getting a pet.

10-16-2007, 11:35 PM
Thank you Ngasha :010105k_crying:

11-25-2007, 04:14 PM
A Rescued Dog's Christmas Poem

'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 -let 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.

12-21-2007, 03:59 PM
Here in this House....

I will never know the loneliness I hear in the barks of the other dogs 'out there'.

I can sleep soundly, assured that when I wake my world will not have changed.

I will never know hunger, or the fear of not knowing if I'll eat.

I will not shiver in the cold, or grow weary from the heat.

I will feel the sun's heat, and the rain's coolness,

and be allowed to smell all that can reach my nose.

My fur will shine, and never be dirty or matted.

Here in this house...

There will be an effort to communicate with me on my level.

I will be talked to and, even if I don't understand,

I can enjoy the warmth of the words.

I will be given a name so that I may know who I am among many.

My name will be used in joy, and I will love the sound of it!

Here in this house...

I will never be a substitute for anything I am not.

I will never be used to improve peoples' images of themselves.

I will be loved because I am who I am, not someone's idea of who I should be.

I will never suffer for someone's anger, impatience, or stupidity.

I will be taught all the things I need to know to be loved by all.

If I do not learn my lessons well, they will look to my teacher for blame.

Here in this house...

I can trust arms that hold, hands that touch...

knowing that, no matter what they do, they do it for the good of me;

If I am ill, I will be doctored.

If scared, I will be calmed.

If sad, I will be cheered.

No matter what I look like, I will be considered beautiful and thought to be of value.

I will never be cast out because I am too old, too ill, too unruly, or not cute enough.

My life is a responsibility, and not an afterthought.

I will learn that humans can almost, sometimes, be as kind and as fair as dogs.

Here in this house...

I will belong.*

* I will be home. *

~Author unknown

12-22-2007, 08:17 PM
Martha’s Christmas Miracle

Martha was sitting in her living room watching television this Christmas Eve, alone as she had been for the last five years. All of her children had married and moved to the four corners of the nation, her youngest, a surgery resident at the Vet School across the state had planned on coming home, but had been assigned to work the emergency clinic and couldn't find a replacement. Martha told herself that having Sally working to help the sick and injured animals this Christmas Eve was worth being alone, besides, Sally would be driving over for Christmas dinner the next afternoon.

All the animals had been fed and now were safely in either the kennel building or lazily laying around the house. Martha had to stop to think how many dogs she had at her house this Christmas, she sighed when she realized there were 16. She did rescue and the number of dogs was always changing with some dogs being adopted, and new abandoned dogs coming in. Feeling overwhelmed by the number of dogs she had and all the dogs still left in shelters to die because there was no room for them in rescue, Martha seriously wondered if she should stop working rescue. If she didn't have all these dogs, she could have flown to any of her other children's homes for the holidays to be with family. Besides, the heartbreak of seeing each dog in such need was beginning to really weigh on her.

Tonight she had a new dog, brought home that day. Martha didn't really plan on adding another dog but on her way home from the store she saw a dog lying on the side of the road. Certain the dog was dead, Martha stopped, to pick up the body and take it home for a burial. As she got closer, she recognized the shell of an Alaskan Malamute, the breed she rescued. Covered by cuts and festering wounds, what fur was left was matted and filthy, it was so skinny that laying there you could see each rib and it's hipbones were the
widest part of his body.

With tears in her eyes, mourning for what once had been a majestic animal now reduced to almost a skeleton she reached down to give the poor dog one last pat on the head. "Oh, you poor boy, what a way to end your life. Well, at least I can name you and give you a decent farewell." As her tears fell on the dog's head, one eye slowly opened and the tail gave a single wag.

"You're alive! Everything will be OK now, I'll take you home and you will have a soft bed and food tonight." She said, tears streaming down her face, this time from happiness.

The rest of the afternoon was spent cleaning the dog's wounds and making sure he was able to eat and drink water. Martha set up the large run in the kennel building for him. A soft blanket and a thick foam pad was to be his bed, fresh water and food beside him. Papers for his 'necessary functions' were placed at the far end of the run. He lay there watching every move she made.

Martha left the dog resting on his bed, somewhat surprised at the reaction of the rest of the dogs in the kennel. Pandemonium usually broke out with all the other dogs wooing and barking when a new dog was brought in, tonight all the other dogs just stood and silently watched as Martha cared for the new dog. Thankful the other dogs were not disturbing the new boy, Martha went to the house to finish preparations for tomorrow's dinner.

Later that evening Martha went down to the kennel to check on the new boy and feed the other dogs. As she walked in the door the new boy shakily stood to greet her. As she was straightening up the kennel after feeding and exercising the dogs, she saw her microchip reader. "Well, this will be a waste of time" she thought as she ran the reader over the dog's body.

BEEP! The reader had located a chip! Writing the number down, she hurried to the house to call the chip registry and report the found dog. As she suspected on Christmas Eve, all she got was a machine.

Very late that night, the phone rang. Martha answered and a strange voice was on the other end. "Did you find a dog with a microchip?" "Yes, are you the registry needing more information?" Martha asked. "No, the registry called us and told us you found our dog!" and then the man broke down crying. After composing himself, he continued.

"The dog you found is BISS AM/CAN/INT CH Wasilla's Ice Sculpture, WPD, WTD, WLD, TT, CGC but to us he is our heart, the love of our life, Icy. Three years ago Icy was stolen from his exercise area in our back yard. We did everything we could think of to find him, but lately we had almost given up hope of ever seeing him again. This is a miracle. We are leaving now to come pick him up. We are about 14 hours from you so we will see you and Icy in the morning."

Martha was crying, indeed it was a miracle! And the new dog now had a name, his own name and his people were coming for him. What a wonderful Christmas gift.

Martha hurried down to the kennel to let Icy know that his humans had been found and they were on their way to take him home. As Martha walked up to Icy's kennel he stood to greet her, "Icy, yes, I know your name and I have spoken to your people. They’re coming to take you home." As she was talking to Icy, she heard the old clock in the building strike midnight.

Much to her amazement, Icy said "Thank you."

Martha thought, now I am sure I have been around dogs too long, I could swear I heard Icy speak.

Icy continued "Martha, yes I am talking to you in human language, you see, at the stroke of midnight on Christmas Day, all animals can speak. Let me tell you what happened to me today."

"I have been kept in a dark barn for a long time by some very mean people who beat me and often forgot to feed me. Two days ago I found a loose board on the barn and was able to escape. I walked as fast as I could, looking for my people, or at least for some kind person to feed me and give me a warm place to sleep before I died. I was in the middle of a big field when I couldn't walk or even crawl any more, I laid down, knowing I was about to cross to the Rainbow Bridge. As I stepped onto the Bridge, an Angel came towards me."

"Icy," the Angel said "If you agree, He has a job for you before cross the Bridge. There is a very kind human who needs you today to restore her sprit."

"Of course I agreed to help a human -- that is what Malamutes do. The Angel picked up my body and carried it to the side of a road and laid it down. The next thing I remember is you were scratching my ear and talking to me and your tears were falling on my face. You have cared for me this day."

Martha heard a chorus of voices all about her. To her amazement she was surrounded not only by her dogs, but dogs she had rescued and sent on to forever homes, all voicing stories how Martha had cared for them and restored them to health and loved them, thanking her for her love.

The first Malamute Martha had rescued many years ago stepped to the front of the gathering and said, "Martha, you took us in to your home, cared for us, healed us both in body and spirit then, even though it broke your heart, sent us on to our new forever families. This gave us a life we would never have had without you. Others of us here, never were adopted and lived out our lives with you, loved and cared for as if we were your own dogs. In our hearts we are your dogs. Thank you."

Then one small mixed breed puppy stepped forward from the back and said, "Miss Martha, you never held me nor fed me, you see I am speaking for all the shelter dogs and cats gathered here for which you did all you could. We understand that you can't save us all, but you read our shelter stories, knowing we would cross the Bridge without knowing a home of our own, and you cried for us. We thank you for that. You see, we knew you cared and loved us, too. And that love helped us as we crossed. We thank you and all the
other Rescuers for that small act of love."

Icy looked at Martha and told her, "It is getting late and you will have many people here tomorrow to celebrate Christmas. And you have your rescue work to continue. Our time to be able to talk to you is growing short, but always remember what happened tonight. What you do for the animals is a gift to us and to Him, the Father of us all. Each of us, animals of every species, needs people like you. Please keep on helping. You are doing the work of Angels."

At that point all of the dogs in unison said "Thank You," and their voices blended into a joyous howl which echoed from the heavens to the ends of the earth.

Humbly offered as a Christmas Gift to all who love animals.

Christmas 2007
(c)Bilinda Marshall 2007

12-22-2007, 09:27 PM
Thanks for sharing that story, It was beautiful. :010105k_crying:

12-22-2007, 09:41 PM
That was lovely and so very moving!
Thank you.

12-22-2007, 11:02 PM
Eileen, you have to post a Kleenex alert at the start of threads like this.
That was beautiful.

01-19-2008, 11:55 AM
With the loss of the puppies this week, I have been receiving many kind notes. Several of the notes that great quotes that I needed to share with my fellow kind-hearted rescuers and rescue supporters.

It Came to me that every time I lose a dog, they take a piece of my heart with them. And every new dog who comes into my life gifts me with a piece of their heart. If I live long enough, all the components of my heart will be dog, and I will become as generous and loving as they are." - Cheryl Zuccaro -

Courage is being scared to death, but saddling up anyway. -- John Wayne

I sent you away from this world of pain not because I didn't love you but because I loved you too much to make you stay. -- Unknown

Those who do not know how to weep with their whole heart don't know how to laugh either. -- Golda Meir

02-11-2008, 08:48 AM
"For perhaps, if the truth were known, we're all a little blind, a little deaf, a little handicapped, a little lonely, a little less than perfect. And if we can learn to appreciate and utilize the dog's full potentials, we will, together, make it in this life on earth." - Charlotte Schwartz

02-11-2008, 08:51 AM
I Rescue Because

I rescue because?
He can't tell you he deserves better
And if he could? he wouldn't.
He loves you despite all the reasons
you gave him not to.

I rescue because?
She doesn't have a voice to ask for basic needs
like food, medical care, and love.
For her, your best is good enough
even when it isn't.

I rescue because?
Dogs know when they've been saved
when they sleep in a warm house on a soft blanket
when they have laps to snuggle into
when their limping gets immediate and thorough attention
They pay back tenfold with devotion never wavering
and eyes truer than the sky is blue.

I rescue because?
A dog is a better human than I am
even though dogs are not human
because they love without expectation of return,
accept others readily
live in the moment,
and behave genuinely in all circles.

I rescue because?
I am a better human when I'm with dogs
and the people I've met through rescue
are the best humans I've ever known.

- Jenn U
March 15, 2006

03-28-2008, 07:50 PM
The Path Home

You cower and you cringe, pressing up against the wall.
You tremble and your food dish has not been touched at all.
Every time a human passes, you cringe further “Don’t look at me.”
Someone might come and hit you, and there’s nowhere for you to flee.

Human faces look into your dark dingy prison cell.
You look away, don’t meet their eyes, they might cuss and scream and yell.
A ringing sound, the warden answers, a pause, then he looks up.
His eyes land upon you. “Yes, we still have that pup.”

He nods and listens, “Yes she is, a purebred too I bet.
Her owner dumped her in the night, freezing, and soaking wet.
She’s got the cough, you know the one, that wracks her body through.
What’s that? Okay, you’ll take her? We’ll hold this dog for you.”

He hangs up then he looks at you, points his finger, and smiles.
“It seems you got a break today, someone thinks your worthwhile.
Someone many miles away, is gonna save your furry ass.”
He chuckles, then he shudders, knowing you escaped the gas.

The next day a woman enters, and is led to your cell door.
“That’s her” he says. “The little one, cell number fifty four.”
She squints her eyes against the dark, then lets out a little cry.
How could someone leave you here, knowing you would die?

Quickly she opens up the door, you yelp, try to escape…
there’s nowhere left for you to go, you’re trapped within this cage.
You close your eyes, await the pain, await the blows to fall.
They never come, it’s quiet as you cringe against the wall.

A soft voice whispers, “It’s okay. There’s no more pain for you.
You’re on your way to freedom, your suffering is through.”
She slips a rope around your neck, then lifts you in her arms.
She cradles and she kisses you, her touch feels oh, so warm!

This angel takes you home with her, gives you food, a nice clean bed.
She sings, and takes you out for walks, and strokes your silky head.
One day she takes you for a drive, she smiles, “It’s time to go.
You’re on your way to a new life, where you can learn and grow.”

She stops the car, and picks you up, one last kiss on your head.
A teary smile, a fond farewell, your heart is filled with dread.
Someone new now holds your leash, a man you never met!
He lifts you up into his car, “Hey girl! Are you all set?”

He drives and drives, till once again, you stop and someone new
takes your leash and thanks the man, and says hello to you.
She pats your head, and whistling, puts you in the car.
In the back are two more dogs, they too, have come quite far.

You meet more people, ride in their cars, and sometimes meet their kids.
No longer scared, just worried, and wondering a bit.
One kind lady takes you home, feeds you and puts you to bed.
“You rest my girl, there’s far more hours of traveling ahead.”

Another day, more changing hands, strangers cuddle you.
They hold your paw, look in your eyes, “Gee, you are a beaut!”
Then finally the trip is done, a woman and a man
take you to a nice warm house, that smells like love and….HAM!

A lady with sparkling blue eyes, long grey hair and smiling face
says “Hi there little one! Welcome to our place!”
Three dogs come out that look like you, long hair, all black and white!
They wag their tails in greeting, they’re friendly and polite.

Grey Hair and her husband feed you ham for treats that night,
and over the days and weeks they give you love and light.
Children come to this place, they play with you and laugh
at all your silly antics like when you escaped the bath!

You like it here, you feel secure, this is warmest home,
they never hit, they never scream, you never feel alone.
But this is not your staying place, forever waits for you…
a family with an empty heart arrives as if on cue.

They come into your foster home, they look at you and smile.
“Oh Mom and Dad! Look at her!” cries their excited child.
“She’s beautiful! Look, see her scars? Someone hurt her there!
Oh PLEASE can we take her home with us, and show her that we care?”

Grey Lady watches wistfully out the window as you leave.
You don’t see the single tear that traces down her cheek.
Your child clutches onto you, your wagging tail held high.
“Farewell my friend, take care of them, enjoy your brand new life.”

Copyright Sally Hull March 2008
Hull’s Haven Border Collie Rescue, Winnipeg, Canada
www.hullshaven.org (http://www.hullshaven.org/)
http://chattypet.com/pets/show/74 (http://chattypet.com/pets/show/74)

03-28-2008, 08:06 PM
This thread gets me every single time.:kleenex:

05-26-2008, 07:32 PM

When you say to an animal shelter or humane society employee "I could never do your job, it would break my heart, I love animals too much" or words to that effect, it sounds like you are saying:

-- That we don't also love animals, even though we've taken minimum wage (or no wage) jobs in order to work with homeless animals. For many of us it is our life's work.

-- That we, somehow, don't get our hearts broken.

-- That in order to do this job one has to be either cold hearted or an animal hater.

Your declaration leaves us with some questions.

If you can't do this job, who will? Someone must.

When we've euthanized the 500th kitten for the month, because there are no homes available, will you take the 501st? Our hearts are completely torn out and we just can't kill one more. You already have enough pets? We understand, we do too. Our cages are over capacity, our foster homes are all full. Do you have a solution? If so, please tell us, we hate this part of the job. Right now, at this moment, there is a dog or cat in a shelter employee's arms and there is no where on earth for this creature to go. There is no cage space, no foster home, no forever home. Nowhere. It is a heartbreaking feeling.

There is a really nice yellow lab mix named Jake. He's 3 years old, healthy, housebroken, loves kids, loves everyone! But, he can't find a home because he's quite generic looking, he's not real flashy and he's not a puppy ("I want a dog to grow up with the kids"). We've had him here for 3 months, but can no longer justify taking up valuable cage space for a dog that's showing no signs of becoming adopted. What would you do? There are 10 dogs that came in today. We have two open runs. Who has to die? Walking through the kennel, having to choose which ones have no more time is the worst part. It breaks our hearts. If you know of a way to keep Jake alive and still be fair to the other animals, please tell us. We've grown so attached -- it's our hearts again you know -- they're breaking into a million pieces this time.

Will you talk to the woman who brings in a blind, 10 yr. old peek-a-poo with bad skin and says "Don't kill her! Find her a good home!"? Oh puhleeeeeeze. We can't find homes for the healthy 1 year olds; who's going to adopt a 10 year old, unhealthy dog? You? Me neither. I already have four dogs that were considered unadoptable. Because this owner won't face reality and allow us to euthanize right away, the dog has to spend her last 24 hours on earth in a holding cage, wondering what happened. But, we held her as often as we could and tried to comfort her because you can't. It would break your heart. "Wait!" you say, "Someone might want her!" It's quite unlikely that there is someone that wants an elderly dog that needs a few hundred dollars worth of veterinary care. Our crystal ball is broken, but if you think she can find a home and you want to save her please go back to the kennel and pick which young, healthy dog has to give up its space here.

OK. You can't work at a animal shelter. Not everyone can. Can you help in other ways? Can you buy us a bag of food when you buy for your own pet? Can you come in and talk to the cats? Walk the dogs? We are so busy running the place that we often don't have time. When you come back next week we won't tell you the final disposition of your favorite one if you don't want to know. We are, after all, a compassionate group and we understand about broken hearts. Could you go to your friend or neighbor and offer to get their pet spayed/neutered? Tell your friend about us and how we get our hearts broken every day. Could you trap one of those stray cats in your neighborhood and get it vaccinated and neutered? That will be one more free-roaming cat that's out of the reproduction loop.

Maybe you could send a small check to say "Thank you". Anything at all would help.

I know you mean well. I know you mean to say "I couldn't work here because my own emotions get in the way of doing what has to be done for the animals, thank you for doing it."

(c)1993 Debbie McKean

09-24-2010, 11:19 AM



09-04-2012, 06:51 PM
I'm a Forever Dog

I'm a forever dog, not an 'until' dog.
I'm not an 'until you get bored with me' dog.
I'm not an "until" you find a girlfriend dog.
I'm not an "until" you have a baby' dog.
I'm not an "until you have to move' dog.
I'm a forever dog.

~ Dolly Fraser

(P.S. I am double-checking on the author. Not confirmed at this point. - EL)

02-07-2013, 01:04 AM
A few days ago I went though all the posted ACDs on Petfinder and found a few in the Medina, OH county pound. My browser crashed when looking up their profiles on Petfinder. When I went back to getting them posted (a couple days later), I noticed that every single one had their status changed from "adoptable" to "adopted." It's nice not to be needed :)

02-20-2013, 09:47 AM
I'm Alone Again

author unknown

I wish someone would tell me,
What it is that I've done wrong.
Why I have to stay chained up,
And left alone so long.
They seemed so glad to have me,
When I came here as a pup.
There were so many things we'd do,
While I was growing up.
They couldn't wait to train me,
As companion and as friend.
They told me I would never fear,
Being left alone again.
The children said they'd feed me,
Said they'd brush me every day.
They'd play with me and walk me,
If only I could stay.
But now the family hasn't time,
They often say I shed.
They won't allow me in the house,
Not even to be fed.
The children never walk me,
They always say "Not now!"
I wish that I could please them,
Won't someone tell me how?
All I have is love, you see,
I wish they would explain.
Why they said they wanted me,
Then left me on a chain.

02-25-2013, 01:41 AM
A rescue that's on Reddit:


02-28-2013, 01:11 AM
I came across this (since adopted) dog in Kentucky (which was identified as an ACDx): http://www.petfinder.com/petdetail/25138269

http://photos.petfinder.com/photos/US/KY/KY405/25138269/KY405.25138269-1-x.jpg (http://photos.petfinder.com/photos/US/KY/KY405/25138269/KY405.25138269-1-x.jpg)

Her name is Dixie. She's located in Hazard County, Kentucky. As obvious, she's a hound.

In my over-active imagination, she has been adopted by two cousins who drive an orange Charger whose horn plays dixie. They have a attractive female cousin who regularly wears questionably revealing outfits. Her life will be filled with adventures foiling the plans of corrupt local politicians and evading inept local law enforcement.

Yes, I grew up in the 80s (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Dukes_of_Hazzard).