Once I was such a lonely dog,
Just looking for a home.
I had no place to go at all,
No one to call my own.
I wandered up and down the streets,
in rain in heat and snow.
I ate what ever 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.
Youíll have a home to call your own
where you will know no fear
You will be dry, you will be warm,
youíll have enough to eat
And rest assured that when you sleep,
your dreams will all be sweet.
was afraid I must admit,
Iíve lived so long in fear.
I canít 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 Ďbout 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 about you are
the ones that check the pounds,
And those that share their caring home
after youíve been found.
And all the other kindly 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,
thatís waiting patiently,
and pretty soon weíll find them,
just you wait and see.
And then theyíll join our circle
theyíll help to make it grow,
so thereíll be room for more like you,
who have no place to go.
I waited very patiently,
The days they came and went.
Todayís the day I often thought,
my family will be sent.
Then just when I began to think
It wasnít meant to be,
there were people standing there
just gazing down at me.
I could tell they felt it too.
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 youíve 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.
another from Laura ...
wish someone could 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 they 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.
...and from Meryl...
Should you come home tired
People have failed you and you wonder
if it is worthwhile to carry on
He is there at hand.
He will restore your self-respect.
Now and then he will push his damp nose
Into your hand just to remind you Ė
He is your friend
You are a hero to him
Such is the loyalty of a dog
here is a tribute from Alex
POEM FOR MAX
(now happily rehomed)
night I lay here dreaming of a family of my own
Of people pleased to know me and a house I call my home
A sofa or an armchair that I would gladly share
With my loved ones all around me, so pleased to have me there.
The people are so kind here and I know they deeply care
But I am forced to share them and the time that they can spare
I don't mean to be selfish or greedy in any way
But isnt there a soul out there who'd take me home to stay?
I have so much to offer, cant anybody see??
Many other dogs I've seen, why do they never pick me?
Every day I see them come and go and still patiently I wait
For a human with my name on to walk through the rescue gate.
Well tomorrow is another day and who knows what's in store
The kindest person in the world could walk through the door
They would look into my eyes and see the sorrow there
And then will begin the very first day of the life that we will share
from Chelsea ..
We didnt here him barking,
Just sitting looking glum,
With his wierd marking,
Just sitting and watching.
We thought thats the dog for us,
Just as quite as a pair,
We new he would like my couz,
So thats when we brought him.
He looked around,
Then got in the car,
Not making one sound,
Just sat there and stared.
Thats when we got home,
He got in and looked at people,
He went for a little rome,
Around the little garden.
He played with all his toys,
He loved to chew and bite them,
He must have liked the noise,
As he ran when u squeeked them.
He is the best dog,
He is the gentle one,
He isnt an ugly hog,
Hes a gentle flower!
Here is Kim's tribute to Flash ...
Flash is an ace labrador dog,
well he does look a bit like a wart hog.
He's as black as coal ,
With a soft soul.
With dark brown eyes,
and for some strange reason likes to eat flies?
He has huge paws ,
with sharp dangerous claws.
He's bigger than normal Labradors,
he also likes to eat apple cores.
Well that's my dog,
or should I say wart hog.
He's my mutt,
Probably not the cleanest cut.
But he's very special to me,
By Kim for Flash !!
When humans die, they make a will
To leave their homes and all they have
to those they love.
I, too, would make a will if I could write.
To some poor wistful, lonely stray
I leave my happy home,
My dish, my cosy bed, my cushioned chair, my toy.
The well loved lap, the gentle stroking hand,
the loving voice,
The place I made in someone's heart,
The love that at the last could help me to
a peaceful painless end
Held in loving arms.
If I should die, Oh do not say,
"No more a pet I'll have,
to grieve me by it's loss"
Seek out some lonely, unloved dog
And give my place to him.
This is the legacy I leave behind -
'tis all I have to give
From Susan - 3.2.6
and this is from Jenna ... ...
I hate the cage
that held me in tight
I cried and wailed
with all my might
I did not like it
not one bit!
until an owner
let me sit.
I was upset
I really cried
I thought I would stay there
Until I died
I was afraid
that I would be put to sleep
With my eyes layered with water
so, so deep
I wanted an owner
I wanted a home
I wanted a kiss, a hug
and a bone.
As people went pass me
they looked and turned away
"We donít want that dog!"
Thatís what they would usually say.
But one day when a person went past
I begged, I jumped, because of they were last
This time they said "We want that dog fast!"
I was pleased this time that I wanted to cry
This time I said "I will not die!"