We used to play together
You called me your best friend
You said you’d be there for me
Until the very end
What happened to make you leave me?
What made you say goodbye?
Why did you leave me here?
Why can’t you tell me why?
Was it because I chewed your shoes?
Or was it because I pulled on the leash?
Was it because I grew too quickly?
Or was it because I ate the quiche
So now I lie here waiting
For you to come my way
I hope you do come soon
For this is my last day
No one wants a dog
As big and old as me
Do I deserve a home
What I’ve done wrong, I cannot see
So when the lady comes
To take me from my stall
I promise to follow gently
I will not fight at all
And when she puts me on the table
And inserts the cold syringe
I will not even cry
And I will not even cringe
Because then I will be happy
I will be in a better place
The cruel people in this world
I will no longer have to face
But before I go, I must ask
Just one last question…
Written by Kristen Zekic November 2004
Baggage - A Rescue Poem
written by Evelyn Colbath 1995 - all rights reserved
Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed,Hmm . . . Yes there it is, right on the top.
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.
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?
snugly cradled in their arms.
They cuddled me and smiled at me,
and said I was full of charm.
We would laugh and play all day,
they showered me with toys.
I soon learned to love my family,
especially the girls and boys.
The children loved to feed me,
they'd give me special treats.
They even let me sleep with them,
all snuggled in the sheets.
I used to get to go for walks,
often several times a day.
They'd even fight to hold my leash,
I am proud to say.
They used to laugh and praise me
when I played with my old shoe,
but I was never taught the difference
between the old ones and the new.
The kids and I would grab a rag,
and for hours we would tug.
So I thought I did the right thing
when I chewed the bathroom rug.
They said I was out of control,
and would have to live outside.
This I did not understand,
although I tried and tried.
The walks stopped one by one,
they said they didn't have time.
I wish that I could change things,
I wish I knew my crime.
My life became so lonely,
in the backyard on a chain.
I barked and barked all day long,
to keep from going insane.
So they brought me to a shelter,
but were embarrassed to say why.
They said I caused an allergy,
and then kissed me good-bye.
If I'd only had some training,
when I was just a pup,
I wouldn't have been so confused
when I was all grown up.
"This one has only one hour left,"
I heard the worker say.
Does this mean I get a second chance?
Am I going home today?
Once upon a time there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work.
One day he was walking along the shore. As he looked down the beach, he saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself to think of someone who would dance to the day.
So he began to walk faster to catch up. As he got closer, he saw that it was a young man and the young man wasn't dancing, but instead he was reaching down to the shore, picking up something and very gently throwing it into the ocean.
As he got closer he called out, "Good morning! What are you doing?" The young man paused, looked up and replied, "Throwing starfish in the ocean." "I guess I should have asked, why are you throwing starfish in the ocean?"
"The sun is up, and the tide is going out. And if I don't throw them in they'll die."
"But, young man, don't you realise that there are miles and miles of beach, and starfish all along it. You can't possibly make a difference!"
The young man listened politely. Then bent down, picked up another starfish and threw it into the sea, past the breaking waves and said, "It made a difference for that one!"
One by one, they file past 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 all 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
And felt that I still had life beyond this cage
You took me home, gave me food an 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 that will hear
Of the person who made my last days oh, so dear