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Poems

My Dog

Gentle creature, friend of man,
All my faults your love will span,
All my secrets you will keep,
Every thought, your brown eyes speak.

My dearest friend when all desert,
You lick my hand and share my hurt.
Endure my bad moods, bear my nagging,
Still you greet me long tail wagging.

Your joy in life I envy much,
To gain such pleasure from my touch,
You sleep so quietly at my feet,
Give me your love, your life complete.

You've stayed with me a few short years,
Shared my joys, and all my tears,
I can't express the way I feel,
To walk with you upon my heel.

Now, though your muzzle's showing grey
Your puppy traits you still display.
I'll treasure always the memory,
Of happiness you've given me,

And now you are no longer here,
I think of you and shed a tear,
It's hard to think you’ve gone for keeps
I miss you and the pain is deep.

Sally Orrin  (1983)



IF I COULD HAVE JUST ONE MORE DOG

If I could have one wish, my wish would remain.
I would rescue one more dog, from the hunger and the pain.
Every Dog should be loved and never feel alone.
If I could have just one more Dog I'd gladly give it a home.

A Dog gives so much love, they are loyal until the end.
There is nowhere on this earth you would find a better friend.
Every Dog has so much love that they really want to give.
They just need a loving home, somewhere that they can live.

A Dog is real good company, you won't find a better friend.
They sense how much you love them and will repay that till the end.
Try to find a Dog a home and please try to find it soon,
If only I could have just one more dog and if only I had the room.

Jay Graham



WHO WILL SHED A TEAR FOR ME?

Who will shed a tear for me as I am put to sleep?
Not you, the one who bred me, even though I earned my keep
Not you, the one who bought me, he’s a fighter it was claimed,
I tried so hard to please you, my body now so maimed.

No good to you, you pass me on, from hand to hand I go
Trying oh so very hard, it was not to be so
You see it’s just not in me, it was a family I needed,
To play, to love, to run with joy, oh how I begged and pleaded

With eyes so full of sorrow, but my looks they let me down,
They come, some stop and look at me, and then I see the frown
The scars, they show, but they can’t know, the dog I am inside
Why won’t they look beyond my skin to see how much I’ve cried

For the life I should have had, oh lord how I have wept
For shelter, kindness, safety, all promises not kept
So as my barred door closes, for this the final time,
I give a last small whimper, I beg, I plead, I whine

Please hold me as I slip away, it means so much to me
To feel some love, however small, as you now set me free
To run in fields so green, so lush, with streams to frolic in
With friends, with love, with happiness, on earth I couldn’t win

Wendy Smith



THE SLAVE

These dogs of mine lay down the law
They rule me with an iron paw
Here’s the lead and there’s the door
THE DOGS MUST HAVE THEIR WALK

In force eight  gale and driving rain
The snow in three foot drifts has lain
But when the clock strikes three again
THE DOGS MUST HAVE THEIR WALK

Though stricken down with Asian ‘flu
Nose bright red and ears pale blue
Amidst the suffering that I knew
THE DOGS MUST HAVE THEIR WALK

What e’er disaster may befall
Tho I can only limp or crawl
Here’s one who must obey the call
THE DOGS MUST HAVE THEIR WALK

The Queen herself could call for tea
But if the clock should stand at three
It’s no good looking out for me
THE DOGS MUST HAVE THEIR WALK

And when St. Peter names the day
And comes to summon me away
“Before you go” I know he’ll say
THE DOGS MUST HAVE THEIR WALK

And my idea of heaven would be
A score of wagging tails to see
All waiting for a soul like me
TO TAKE THEM FOR THEIR WALK

Author:  A.L. SATION



ONCE I WAS A LONELY DOG

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.
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: Sandra Ball



A DOG'S BEDTIME PRAYER

Now I lay me down to sleep,
The king-sized bed is soft and deep.
I sleep right in the center groove,
My human beings can hardly move.
I've trapped their legs, they're tucked in tight,
And here is where I pass the night.

No one disturbs me or dares intrude,
Til morning comes and "I want food!"
I sneak up slowly to begin,
And nibble on my human's chin.
For morning's here, it's time to play,
I always seem to get my way.

So thank you Lord, for giving me,
This human person that I see.
The one who hugs me and holds me tight,
And shares their bed with me at night.

Amen!



WHERE ARE YOU NOW

Where are you now?
I know your out there
In someone elses house or shed
In someone elses care

I hope your gettIng cuddles
And kIsses by the score
I hope they play wIth you
and Your lIfe Is not a bore

If you've had lots of babIes
Please dont be blue
My arms are spread wIde open
and I'm waItIng here for you

My lIttle yorkIe BenjI
Is cravIng for a frIend
I promIse when you come to me
Your mIsery wIll end

I dont know where you are now
and that, I do regret
Cause I already love you
Though I haven't met you yet

ThIs wIll be your forever home
One day you'll be wIth us
UntIl then I'll keep lookIng
And In GOD'S  hands I put my trust.

We're waItIng for you sweety
To come and lIve wIth us
Rescues lIke "Many Tears"
Really are a must.

God bless all the staff
and volunteers alIke
Who gIve there tIme to "Many Tears"
TryIng to put thIngs rIght

By Brenda Brooks

 



IF IT SHOULD BE...

If it should be that I grow weak,
And pains 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 and friendship 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,
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 that you will see,
It is a kindness you do to me,
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I've been saved.

And please don't grieve 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.

Author Unknown



DUSTY

I love to watch you sleeping
I love to watch you run
We spend our days together
Together we have such fun

All you ask for is the basics
And a bit of company
Body language reading
Is your speciality

That and chasing blackbirds
Or anything that moves
Rats, cats and aeroplanes
Are all fair game to you

When I'm busy working
You're good at killing time
But ready for some action
When you read the signs

At ten o'clock you go to bed
I pat your head and say
Night night Dusty boy, sweet dreams
You've been a star today

By Martin Edmonds



I'M STILL HERE

I stood by you, by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, you found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well. I'm fine. I'm here."

I was close to you at breakfast. I watched you pour the tea.
You were thinking of the many times your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today. Your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today. You tend it with such care.
I want to reassure you, that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said, "It's me."

You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know that I was standing there.
It's possible for me to be so near you everyday -
to say to you with certainty, "I never went away."

You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew.
In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over ...... I smile and watch you yawning
and say, "Good night, God bless - I'll see you in the morning."

And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand there side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out . . . then come home to be with me.

Author Unknown



ONE BY ONE THEY PASS BY MY CAGE

One by one, they pass by my cage,
Too old, too worn, too broken, no way.
Way past his time, he can't run and play.
Then they shake their heads slowly and go on their way.

An old man, arthritic and sore,
It seems I am not wanted anymore.
I once had a home, I once had a bed,
A place that was warm, and where I was fed.

Now my muzzle is grey, and my eyes slowly fail.
Who wants a dog so old and so frail?
My family decided I didn't belong,
I got in their way, my attitude was wrong.

Whatever excuse they made in their head,
Can't justify how they left me for dead.
Now I sit in this cage, where day after day,
The younger dogs get adopted away.

When I had almost come to the end of my rope,
You saw my face, and I finally had hope.
You saw thru the grey, and the legs bent with age,
And felt I still had life beyond this cage.

You took me home, gave me food and a bed,
And shared your own pillow with my poor tired head.
We snuggle and play, and you talk to me low,
You love me so dearly, you want me to know.

I may have lived most of my life with another,
But you outshine them with a love so much stronger.
And I promise to return all the love I can give,
To you, my dear person, as long as I live.

I may be with you for a week, or for years,
We will share many smiles, you will no doubt shed tears.
And when the time comes that God deems I must leave,
I know you will cry and your heart, it will grieve.

And when I arrive at the Bridge, all brand new,
My thoughts and my heart will still be with you.
And I will brag to all who will hear,
Of the person who made my last days so dear

Author - Leslie Whalen in memory of her dog Tray



A RESCUER'S DREAM

Unlike most days at Rainbow Bridge, this day dawned cold and grey, 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 by the appearance of an Angel who apologized, but told him that 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 the person towards The Bridge then they all crossed together. "What happened?"

"That was a rescuer. The animals you saw bowing in respect were those who found new homes because of the rescuer's 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 could not place on earth, across the Rainbow Bridge"

Author Unknown.



I CALL YOU DOG

When God made the earth and sky, flowers and the trees,
He then made all the animals, the birds and the bees.

When His work was finished, not one was quite the same.
He said, "I'll walk this earth of mine and give you all a name."

And so He travelled land and sea, and everywhere He went,
a little creature followed him until its strength was spent.

When all were named upon the earth and in the sky and sea,
the little creature said, "Dear Lord, there's not one left for me."

The Father smiled and softly said, "I've left you till the end,
I'll turn my own name back to front, and call you 'dog,' my friend."

Author Unknown



LOOK AT ME

I'm waiting here in foster care for you to come and see
The one the others have passed by, please, stop and look at me!
I'm not alone here in my quest to find myself a place
Where someone will have love for me and softly stroke my face.

We're not so young in years they say, although we're young at heart
If you'll take a chance with us -- please know we'll do our part.
Our faces have a bit of white, our legs a slower gait
Our hearts so full of love to give -- but still we sit and wait.

A younger dog is what folks want, one who romps and plays
They won't take the time to look at us -- just think we're old and grey.

Little do they know the things we have to offer them
Manners learned and quiet souls -- good dogs all we've been.
There are those here too, whose souls were damaged and in pain
Before they came to this safe place and learned to trust again.
When new folks come and look at them, they seem withdrawn and shy.
Time is all they need to learn that new bonds they can tie.
Patience, love and gentle hands is all they ask of you
In exchange - their hearts they give you in their lives so new.

We may not be the perfect dogs in everybody's eye
Too big, too small, too brown, too slow, too black, too old, too shy.
But unless you sit and take the time and see all that we can be
You'll miss the best that is right here -- Please stop --

HEY -- Look at ME!

(Author Unknown)



MY BAGGAGE

Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed
All nicely tucked up 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 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 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?


From "The Shelter Dog" by Evelyn Horbath



THE LAST WILL & TESTATMENT OF A DOG

Before humans die, they write their last will and Testament, give their home and all the have to those they leave behind. If, with my paws, I could do the same, this is what I'd ask:

To the poor and lonely stray I'd give: My happy home, my bowl and cozy bed, and all my toys. The lap, which I loved so much, the hand that stroked my fur and the sweet voice that spoke my name. I'd will to the sad, ...scared shelter dog, the place I had in my human's loving heart.

So, when I die, don't say "I'll never have another pet, because the loss and pain is more than I can stand." Instead, go find an unloved animal, one whose life has held no joy or hope and give MY place to him. This is the only thing I can give: the love I left behind.

Taken from Eugene O'Neill's Last Will and Testament of a dog.



NOBODY'S DOG

Please read this poem if you have a dog that is not micro chipped.  Stray or lost dogs in the UK are taken to council pounds where on average, they have 7 daysto be claimed. Sometimes they are taken to pounds miles away from where they are originally found.  On its last day at the pound if the dog has not be claimed it is very likely to be put to sleep unless it's one of the lucky ones who are saved by a rescue.  Literally thousands of dogs die this way every year so make sure your dog is never one of these and make sure you micro chip you pet and keep the information up to date.

 Nobody's Dog

Today is the death day of nobody’s dog
Nothing will mark it but a note in the log
I’m faceless and nameless and no tears will fall
For I know in your world I have no worth at all

To you, my sweet someone, I’m a friend and a dear
We ran the wind daily and you held me so near
But the gate was left open – I chanced a walk on my own
I’d have cowered in fear if only I’d known

I know how you cried on the night that I strayed
I know how you searched, I know how you prayed
But I went to a pound far far from our home
Where I crouched in despair in my kennel alone

I know that you phoned for I heard your dear voice
And I hoped you would hear me so I barked myself hoarse
Although I’m a Lab cross with stockings all white
On their form I’m a Staff cross – the description’s not right 

So they said I’m not here and I sank to my bed
My kennel cough’s worse and I can’t raise my head
The rescue came yesterday but they hadn’t a place

by Trudie Jame
For an un-neutered cross breed with his mucus-streaked face

If only you’d come to search for me here
You would have known me at once, you would have sensed I was near
You would have sorted my ills, you would have carried me home
And I promise our God no more would I roam

Now my eyes plead for mercy for my seven days are done
And I am waiting with dread for the final vet run
No arms will caress me as they inject me to death
No words will comfort me as I take my last breath

When the body man comes, it is fitting I’m found
In a bin bag in the freezer in the depths of the pound
Thrown away like the rubbish - no respect and no shame
Denied even the time to find you again

My loyalty and devotion they did cruelly betray
Without microchip or name tag, I am just a dispensable stray
Once waggy-tailed, once proud, beloved and free
Oh Dad look with pain at what mankind’s done to me!

 by Trudie Jame



MAY I GO NOW?

May I go now?
Do you think the time is right?
May I say goodbye to pain filled days
and endless lonely nights?
I've lived my life and done my best,
an example tried to be.
So can I take that step beyond
and set my spirit free?

I didn't want to go at first,
I fought with all my might.
But something seems to draw me now
to a warm and loving light.
I want to go
I really do.
It's difficult to stay.

But I will try as best I can
to live just one more day.
To give you time to care for me
and share your love and fears.
I know you're sad and afraid,
because I see your tears.

I'll not be far,
I promise that, and hope you'll always know
that my spirit will be close to you
wherever you may go.
Thank you so for loving me.
You know I love you too,
that's why it's hard to say goodbye
and end this life with you.

So hold me now just one more time
and let me hear you say,
because you care so much for me,
you'll let me go today.

By Susan A Jackson



ROOM FOR ONE MORE DOG

I see by his coat he must be a stray,
The untidy look gives him away.
He’s lost his will and is so thin,
Hasn’t eaten, since who knows when.
I know as I coax him through the door,
There’s always room for one more.

The other night in the freezing rain,
That little female came again.
Matted and soaked, crying in need
Lost and alone with babies to feed.
Her pleading eyes, I couldn’t ignore,
There’s always room for one more.

There’s the poor doggy, standing in the rain,
I’ve tried to entice him time and again.
One ears lopsided, the other’s been torn,
Blind in one eye, lost and forlorn.
He’s coming now, so I’ll open the door,
There’s always room for one more.

These stories are true,
As I’ve said before,
There’s always room for one more.

Author Unknown



ONE BY ONE...

One by One, they pass by my cage,
Too old, too worn, too broken, no way.
Way past his time, he can’t run and play.
Then they shake their heads slowly and go on their way.

A little old man, arthritic and sore,
It seems I am not wanted anymore.
I once had a home, I once had a bed,
A place that was warm, and where I was fed.

Now my muzzle is grey, and my eyes slowly fail.
Who wants a dog so old and so frail?
My family decided I didn’t belong,
I got in their way, my attitude was wrong.

Whatever excuse they made in their head,
Can’t justify how they left me for dead.
Now I sit in this cage, where day after day,
The younger dogs get adopted away.

When I had almost come to the end of my rope,
You saw my face, and I finally had hope.
You saw through the grey, and the legs bent with age,
You took me home, gave me food and a bed,
And shared your own pillow with my poor tired head.

We snuggle and play, and you talk to me low,
You love me so dearly, you want me to know.
I may have lived most of my life with another,
But you outshine them with a love so much stronger.

And I promise to return all the love I can give,
To you, my dear person, as long as I live.
I may be with you for a week, or for years,
We will share many smiles, you will no doubt shed tears.

And when the time comes that God deems I must leave,
I know you will cry and your heart, it will grieve.
And when I arrive at the Bridge, all brand new,
My thoughts and my heart will still be with you.

And I will brag to all who will hear,
Of the person who made my last days so dear.

Author unknown



A PET'S TEN COMMANDMENTS

  1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Remember that before you buy me.~
     
  2. Give me time to understand what you want of me. Don't be impatient, short-tempered, or irritable.
     
  3. Place your trust in me and I will always trust you back. Respect is earned not given as an inalienable right.
     
  4. Don't be angry with me for long and don't lock me up as punishment; I am not capable of understanding why. I only know I have been rejected. You have your work, entertainment, and friends, but I only have you.
     
  5. Talk to me. Even if I don't understand your words, I do understand your voice and your tone. You only have to look at my tail.
     
  6. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget it and if it's cruel, it may affect me forever.
     
  7. Before you hit me, before you strike me, remember that I could hurt you,
    and yet, I choose not to bite you.
     
  8. 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 have been in the sun too long, or my heart might be getting old or weak. It may be I am just dog-tired.
     
  9. Please take care of me when I grow old. You too will grow old and may also need love, care, comfort, and
     
  10. On the ultimate difficult journey, go with me please. Never say, "I can't bear to watch" or "Let it happen in my absence". Everything is easier for me if you are there. Remember, regardless of what you do, I will always love you.

 

© Stan Rawlinson 1993
 



HERE IN THIS HOUSE...

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



RESCUE DOG POEM

A rescue dog will have a tale to tell

It may be sad, or of a life of Hell
It may be a story of a once loved pup
Who found herself homeless when a marriage broke up

Or a faithful companion, who's owner's passed on
And the poor little dog doesn't know where they've gone.
Or of a dog that's been beaten, never had the chance to 'live'
And yet gain his trust - he'll have so much love to give.

A pup that grew out of the cute, cuddly stage,
Has grown big and unruly and is now at 'that age'
So he gets given away, it's such a shame
When it's the lack of training that's really to blame.

Some rescue dogs may be quite old
Just need a nice home, out of the cold
A warm cozy bed, for weary old bones
No dog should spend it's last days on it's own.

Rescue dogs can be misunderstood
Often seen as damaged goods
But a 'pre-owned' dog has much to offer
And compared to a pup, can be far less bother

A rescue dog may not know how to play
But a little bit of kindness should show them the way.
Some rescue dogs will have great credentials,
Others show promise and heaps of potential.

Some need guidance, to learn how to trust
For others, some training will be a must
But what you put in, you'll get back tenfold
A loyal friend, with a heart of gold

He may be pure, cross or mixed breed
But one things for sure-he'll be in need
Of a loving home, a new 'mum' or 'dad'
Surely with this, he'll stop being so sad.

A rescue dog is a breed apart
Please find space for one in your heart.

By Karen Folkes 2009



ENGLISH BULL TERRIER

They look only unto my breed,
Then shake their heads and close their eyes,
Oblivious to my heart, life or need
And ignore my silent waning cries.

For what I am is all that they see,
And too soon assume what is not true,
I cannot be trusted due to breeds history,
No matter what my angels say,
There's nothing they can do.

So I'll end my days here in a cage,
Alone and cold in the pound
Without the chance to live my age
And be lovingly buried in the ground

Is it possible to leave at a lower line
Then to what I've fallen, to my shame?
I have nothing left to show for my time,
Not a friend nor foe nor even a name...

I dislike other dogs, yes that's true,
But so do many other strays
Yet they get the chance to escape through
And live their life in carefree days.

Goodbye dear life, and what I've known,
I give up now this hopeless fight,
Too much for man my breed has shown
Another innocent dog sent soul to flight...

By Moya Muldowney, 20.



REQUIEM

Patting her head, he turned to me, a heavy frown furrowing his brow.
And spoke so low I barely heard him say, "Moya, it's up to you now."

The very words I'd dreaded yet hadn't considered what I'd do.
"I've done my best, all that I can - now the rest is up to you."

I clutched onto the table as the room momentarily went black.
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, and I struggled to hold them back.

While she lay on that rocky table, I gazed into her eyes.
And saw the pain hidden deep within - more than I'd realised.

Unfocused though the brown eyes were, they pierced my soul down low.
I felt the limp body telling me, "I really need to go."

I swallowed over the lump in my throat as I spoke in a choking voice.
"I give you my permission ...I really have no choice."

Then bent down to her level and gathered her close to me,
While the tears ran rampant from my eyes until I could not see.

I felt him lift her paw up as the needle was inserted,
And then her life flowed smoothly out, and my bravery deserted.

Some people cannot understand how heartbreaking this time was.
That for so many tears and sleepless nights, a lowly cat was the cause.

You simply cannot comprehend how this event could make one weep.
Unless you've said the cold and lonely words:

"You may put
My pet to sleep..."

By Moya Muldowney, 18 18th October 2005



MAKE ROOM IN YOUR HEART

I know that you still search for me

Within the room; by the fireside
Eyes alight with hope reflected
In the flames, and tears you've cried.

But I am not, and cannot be
Laid by your side another day,
For your bonded love has set me free
Letting my wounded soul fly far away.

But still I see you growing older
Day by day the greyness showing
In a world that's getting colder
Each step you take; loneliness growing.

I also see my kindred kind
Who shiver and weep upon the path
Knowing not their state of mind
Betrayed by the humans that they had.

Thrown by bushes and left to roam
Or caged in pounds without a home
These lonely dogs know nothing of
The life we shared; the home; the love.

So now I need to ask of you
A friendly favour, perhaps overdue.
Won't you open your heart to take one in,
And let the love of man and dog begin.

By Moya Muldowney, 20 20th January 2006



A POEM TO MY FOSTER DOG

I am the bridge
Between what was and what can be.
I am the pathway to a new life.

I am made of mush,
Because my heart melted when I saw you,
Matted and sore, limping, depressed,
Lonely, unwanted, afraid to love.

For one little time you are mine.
I will feed you with my own hand
I will love you with my whole heart
I will make you whole.

I am made of steel.
Because when the time comes,
When you are well, and sleek,
When your eyes shine,
And your tail wags with joy
Then comes the hard part.
I will let you go - not without a tear,
But without a regret.
For you are safe forever -
A new dog needs me now.

by Diane Morgan/Copyright 1999



JUST A STAFFY CROSS

Today is just another day - to me they're all the same
I have the worst of genes you see, I bear the "Staffy" shame.
The shame is in our numbers, there's thousands with no home.
Thousands just like me you'll find, in kennels all alone.

My mum was "just a Staffy", my father - well who knows?
Mum, too, became unwanted, as the last puppy goes.
And then begins the process, of money-making deals
A life of "moving on" unfolds, who cares how the Staffy feels?
If you have the cash to hand, the Staffy pup is yours
But that pup is getting bigger now, just look at those big paws.

You brought me for your image, thought I'd make you look more tough
But you'll find my boisterous nature has already got too much.
If you had thought to train me, with kindness and with praise
You would have had a faithful friend to share your darkest days.
I would lay down my life for you, but you simply cannot see
You make sure you get your money back on what you paid for me.

And on it goes, until one day, I'm no longer worth a dime
The retail on an adult staff - not worth the waste of time.
So what happens to a Staffy now? Do you really want to know?
Do you care what will become of us, when we leave our final home?

Have you ever thought to wonder, "Where is that Staffy now?"
The "Staffy" has another name; he's become a "stray" somehow.
Me, I was put into a car and driven far away
The door held open, I jumped out, I thought to run and play.
It was with joy and happy heart I turned to look for you
You drove away with all my trust and a piece of my heart too.

I wondered round for many days before I was brought here.
Now I wait with heavy heart, trepidation and with fear.
Seven days is all I have you see, seven days for you to claim
The little dog that you threw out, for which you have no shame.

This is my last goodbye now my seven days are up
If only more thought had gone into the future of that pup
As the needle empties to my veins I lay down with one last sigh
I'm sorry I was born a Staffy, because it means that I must die.

- Trudie James -



I WENT OUT TO RESCUE A DOG THAT DAY

I went out to rescue a dog that day
To give him a really good life
To take him away from the life that he led
And free him from trouble and strife

I thought I would do him a favour
And be a good person to him
And go do my bit for the country
I didn't go out on a whim

But what do you think really did happen?
The day that I did my good deed,
I discovered a love that I'd dreamed of
And fulfilled in myself a strong need.

I now have a dog that I care for,
I see things that I needed to see.
That lovely dog that I rescued
Really ended up rescuing me.

Fionna D



RESCUERS ARE ANGELS

Tail tucked between your legs,
Confusion in your eyes
I know it's hard to understand
That someone heard your cries.

When loneliness is all you know
And pain is all you feel
And no one can be trusted
And hunger's all too real.

That's the time the Lord sees you
And lets you know He's there
That's when He sends His messengers
The hearts that love and care.

Yes, rescuers are angels
You cannot see their wings
They keep them neatly folded
As they do their caring things.

The medicine to make you well,
Good food to make you strong.
And finally to help you learn
That hugs are never wrong.

The perfect place then must be found
The home where you can live
Secure and safe and happy
With joy to get and give.

When you reach your Forever Home,
Your place to feel whole.
The angels smile and off they go
To save another sole.

Author Unknown



BUDDY

I know I'm scared and nervous and shy
You might just want to walk on by
But please look again, please talk to me
And see the boy I'd like to be

I've never had a life of fun
I've never had the chance to run
To chase my ball till I'm all puffed out
To learn that people don't always shout

I might not wag my tail at you
But look in my eyes, look closer too
There's life in them, and hope and joy
And I'd love to be your special boy

Author: Fionna Duncan



FOR THE RESCUERS

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 a 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 centre 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 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."

Arlene Pace September 18, 1998



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