Breed Rescue
WHY ADOPT A RESCUE?
Author unknown
Dear God please send me somebody who'll care!
I'm tired of running, I'm sick with despair.
My body is aching, it's so racked with pain,
and dear God I pray as I run in the rain,
That someone will love me and give me a home.
A warm cozy bed and a big juicy bone.
My last owner tied me all day in the yard
Sometimes with no water and God that was hard!
So I chewed my leash God and I ran away
To rummage in garbage and live as a stray.
But now God I'm tired and hungry and cold,
And I'm so afraid that I'll never grow old.
They've chased me with sticks and hit me with stones
While I run the streets just looking for bones!
I'm not really bad God, please help if you can,
For I have just become a "victim of man."
I'm wormy dear God and I'm ridden with fleas and
All that I want is an owner to please!
If you find one for me God, I'll try to be good
And I won't chew their shoes, but I'll do as I should.
I'll love them, protect them and try to obey
When they tell me to sit, to lie down or to stay!
I don't think I'll make it too long on my own,
Cause I'm getting so weak and I'm so all alone.
Each night as I sleep in the bushes I cry,
Cause I'm so afraid God, that I'm going to die!
And I've got so much love and devotion to give,
That I should be given a chance to live.
So dear God please, please answer my prayer and
Send me someone who will really care...
That is, dear God, if you're really there!
My name is Sam
After I was discharged from the Navy, Jim and I moved back to Detroit to use our GI bill benefits to get some schooling. Jim was going for a
degree in Electronics and I after much debating decided to get mine in Computer Science. One of the classes that was a requirement was Speech.
Like many people I had no fondness for getting up in front of people for any reason let alone to be the center of attention as I stuttered my
way through some unfamiliar subject, but I couldn't get out of the requirement and so I found myself in my last semester before graduation with
Speech as one of my classes.
On the first day of class our professor explained to us that he was going to leave the subject manner of our talks up to us, but he was going
to provide the motivation of the speech. We would be responsible for six speeches, each with a different motivation. For instance our first
speech's purpose was to inform. He advised us to pick subjects that we were interested in and knowledgeable about. I decided to center my six
speeches around animals especially dogs. For my first speech to inform, I talked about the equestrian art of dressage. For my speech to
demonstrate, I brought my German Shepherd, Bodger to class and demonstrated obedience commands. Finally the semester was almost over and I had
but one more speech to give. This speech was to take the place of a written final exam and was to count for fifty per cent of our grade. The
speeches motivation was to persuade.
After agonizing over a subject matter, and keeping with my animal theme, I decided on the topic of spaying and neutering pets. My goal was
to try to persuade my classmates to neuter their pets. So I started researching the topic. There was plenty of material, articles that told of
the millions of dogs and cats that were euthanasia every year, of supposedly beloved pets that were turned in to various animal control
facilities for the lamest of reason, or worse dropped off far from home, bewildered and scared. Death was usually a blessing. The final speech
was looming closer, but I felt well prepared. My notes were full of facts and statistics that I felt sure would motivate even the most naive
of pet owner to succumb to my plea.
A couple of days before our speeches were due, I had the bright idea of going to the local branch of the Humane Society and borrowing a
puppy to use as a sort of a visual aid. I called the Humane Society and explained what I wanted. They were very happy to accommodate me. I
made arrangements to pick up a puppy the day before my speech. The day before my speech, I went to pick up the puppy. I was feeling very
confident. I could quote all the statistics and numbers without ever looking at my notes. The puppy, I felt, would add the final emotional
touch. When I arrived at the Humane Society I was met by a young guy, named Ron. He explained that he was the public relations person for
the Humane Society. He was very excited about my speech and asked if I would like a tour of the facilities before I picked up the puppy. I
enthusiastically agreed.
We started out in the reception area, which was the general public's initial encounter with the Humane Society. The lobby was full, mostly
with people dropping off various animals that they no longer wanted. Ron explained to me that this branch of the Humane society took in about
fifty animal a day and adopted out twenty. As we stood there I heard snatches of conversation, "I can't keep him, he digs holes in my garden"
"There such cute puppies, I know you will have no trouble finding homes for them." "She is wild , I can't control her." I heard one of Humane
Society's volunteer explain to the lady with the litter of puppies that the Society was filled with puppies and that these puppies, being black,
would immediately be put to sleep. Black puppies, she explained, had little chance of being adopted. The woman who brought the puppies in just
shrugged, "I can't help it" she whined "They are getting too big, I don't have room for them."
We left the reception area, Ron lead me into the staging area where all the incoming animal were evaluated for adoptability. Over half never
even made it to the adoption center. There were just too many. Not only were people bringing in their own animal, but strays were also dropped
off. By law the humane society had to hold a stray for three days. If the animal was not claimed by then it was euthanised, since there was no
background information on the animal. There were already too many animals that had a known history eagerly provided by their soon to be x owners.
As we went through the different areas, I felt more and more depressed. No amount of statistics, could take the place of seeing the reality of
what this throw away attitude did to the living breathing animal. It was over overwhelming. Finally Ron stopped in front of a closed door.
"That's it." He said. "Except for this." I read the sign on the door. "Euthanization Area." "Do you want to see one.? He asked. Before I could
decline, he interjected, "You really should, you can't tell the whole story unless you experience the end." I reluctantly agreed. "Good." He
said " I already cleared it and Peggy is expecting you." He knocked firmly on the door. It was opened immediately by a middle aged woman, in a
white lab coat. "Here's the girl I was telling you about." Ron explained. Peggy looked me over. "Well I'll leave you here with Peggy and meet
you in the reception area in about fifteen minutes. I'll have the puppy ready." With that Ron departed, leaving me standing in front of the
stern looking Peggy. Peggy motioned me in. As I walked into the room, I gave a audible gasp.
The room was small and sparten. There were a couple of cages on the wall and a cabinet with syringes and vials of a clear liquid. In the
middle of the room was a examining table with a rubber mat on top. There were two doors other then the one I had entered. Both were closed,
one said to incinerator room, and the other had no sign, but I could hear various animals noises coming for behind the closed door. In the
back of the room, near the door that was marked incinerator, were the objects that caused my distress. two wheel barrels, filled with the
bodies of dead kittens and puppies. I stared in horror. Nothing had prepared me for this, I felt my legs grow weak and my breathing become
rapid and shallow. I wanted to run from that room, screaming. Peggy seemed not to notice my state of shock. She started talking about the
euthanizaton process, but I wasn't hearing her. I could not tear my gaze away from the wheel barrels and those dozens of pathetic little
bodies. Finally, Peggy seemed to noticed that I was not paying attention to her. "Are you listening?" She asked irritably. "I'm only going
to go through this once. I tore my gaze from the back of the room and looked at her. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing would
come out, so I nodded. She told me that behind the unmarked door were the animals that were scheduled for euthanasia that day. She picked up
the a chart that was hanging from the wall. "One fifty three is next." She said as she looked at the chart. "I'll go get him." She laid down
the chart on the examining table and started for the unmarked door. Before she got to the door she stopped and turned around. "You aren't
going to get hysterical are you?" She asked " Because that will only upset the animals." I shook my head. I had not said a word since I
walked into that room. I still felt unsure if I would be able to without breaking down into tears.
As Peggy open the unmarked door I peered into the room beyond. It was a small room, but the walls were lined and stacked with cages. It
looked like they were all occupied. Peggy opened the door of one of the lower cages and removed the occupant. From what I could see it
looked like a medium size dog. She attached a leash and ushered the dog into the room in which I stood. As Peggy brought the dog into the
room I could see that the dog was no more than a puppy maybe five or six months old. The pup looked to be a cross between a Lab and a
German shepherd. He was mostly black, with a small amount of tan above his eyes and on his feet. He was very excited and bouncing up and
down, trying to sniff everything in this new environment. Peggy lifted the pup onto the table. She had a card in her hand. which she laid
on the table next to me. I read the card. It said that number one fifty three was a mixed Shepherd, 6 months old. He was surrendered two
days ago by a family. Reason of surrender was given as jumps on children. At the bottom was a note that said Name: Sam.
Peggy was quick and efficient , from lots of practice, I guessed. She laid one fifty three down on his side and tied a rubber tourniquet
around his front leg. She turned to fill the syringe from the vial of clear liquid. All this time I was standing at the head of the table. I
could see the moment that one fifty three went from a curious puppy to a terrified puppy. He did not like being held down and he started to
struggle. It was then that I finally found my voice. I bent over the struggling puppy and whispered "Sam." " Your name is Sam." At the sound
of his name Sam quit struggling. He wagged his tail tentatively and his soft pink tongue darted out and licked my hand and that is how he
spent his last moment. I watched his eyes fade from hopefulness to nothingness. It was over very quickly. I had never even seen Peggy give
the lethal shot. The tears could not be contained any longer. I kept my head down so as not to embarrass myself in front of the stoic Peggy.
My tears fell onto the still body on the table."Now you know." Peggy said softly. Then she turned away. "Ron will be waiting for you." I left
the room. Although it seem like it had been hours, only fifteen minutes had gone by since Ron had left me at the door. I made my way back to
the reception area. True to his word, Ron had the puppy already to go. After giving me some instructions about what to feed the puppy , he
handed the carrying cage over to me and wished me good luck on my speech That night I went home and spent many hours playing with the orphan
puppy. I went to bed that night but I could not sleep. After awhile I got up and looked at my speech notes with their numbers and statistics.
Without second thought I tore them up and threw them away. I went back to bed. Sometime during the night I finally fell asleep.
The next morning I arrived at my Speech class with Puppy Doe. When my turn came to give my speech. I walked up to the front the class with
the puppy in my arms. I took a deep breath, and I told the class about the life and death of Sam. When I finished my speech I became aware
that I was crying. I apologized to the class and took my seat. After class the teacher handed out a critique with our grades. I had got a
"A". His comments said "Very moving and persuasive." Two days latter, on the last day of class, one of my classmates came up to me. She
was a older lady that I had never spoken to in class. She stopped me on our way out of the class room. "I want you to know that I adopted the
puppy you brought to class."
She said. "His name is Sam."
Author unknown
Christmas Returns
Santa comes quietly long before dawn
While shops are still busy and lights are still on
While dinners are cooking and kitchens are warm
And children count presents they'll open by morn.
He slips past the trees in windows aglow
Through the gate to the back yard
As icy winds blow
To find the pup he brought last year
Chained up in the snow
And kneeling, he whispers,
"Are you ready to go?"
There are too many stops like this one tonight
Before the beginning of his regular flight
He leaves not a note or footprint in sight
Just an unbuckled collar
On a cold Christmas night.......
Lonely Dog
by: Arlene Pace
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 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."
"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 came so near.
And as she tended to my wounds
And bathed and brushed my fur
She told me bout 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 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".
For Sale - To a Good Home
Author unknown
I was born in the Summer a few years ago. Quite why I was born, I'll
never know.
Some folk who owned my mother, decided to breed. No reason I know of
except for their greed;
I know I was hungry, I know I was cold;
They sold me quite early at just five weeks old.
My number one owners seemed friendly at first, And life was quite good
till my bubble burst;
They started to argue, their marriage split up; And in the AD: "For
Sale - 4 months old pup".
Some folk arrived, the next ones in line. They treated me kind and life
was just fine.
But Master dropped dead, and she couldn't cope. So she sold me again
(I'll soon give up hope).
I now had a new home right up in the sky; We went up in the lift
fourteen floors high!
The new folk were kind but they left me all day; I was bursting to wee
and had nowhere to play.
It was boredom, I think, when I chewed up the chair; They agreed I
should go as it just wasn't fair.
The next home was good and I thought "this is it"! They started to show
and I won....well, a bit.
Then somebody told them that I had no bone. And in went the AD: "For
Sale...to a good home".
The next lot were dreadful, they wanted a guard; But I didn't know how,
although I tried hard.
One night they got burgled and I didn't bark; Tied up in that shed and
alone in the dark.
For four months I lay in that cold and dark shed; With only an old
paper sack for a bed.
A small dish of water all slimy and green; The state I was in, well, it
had to be seen!
I longed for destruction, and an end to the pain; But some new people
came and I went off again.
Well now I'm with Rescue and this home is good; There's walks in the
country and lots of good food;
There's kisses and cuddles to great me each day; But I dread the time
they will send me away.
But for now here I stand, skin and bone on all four; PLEASE......don't
let "ME" happen to any of yours.
The Rescuer's Final Reward
Unlike most days at the Rainbow Bridge, this day dawned cold and gray.
All the recent arrivals at the Bridge did not know what to think, as
they had never seen such a day. But the animals who had been waiting
longer for their beloved people to accompany them across the Bridge knew
what was happening, and they began to gather at the pathway leading to
the Bridge.
Soon an elderly dog came into view, head hung low and tail dragging. He
approached slowly, and though he showed no sign of injury or illness, he
was in great emotional pain. Unlike the animals gathered along the
pathway, he had not been restored to youth and vigor upon arriving at
the Bridge. He felt out of place, and wanted only to cross over and
find happiness.
But as he approached the Bridge, his way was barred by an angel, who
apologized and explained that the tired and broken-spirited old dog
could not cross over. Only those animals accompanied by their people
were allowed to cross the Bridge. Having nobody, and with nowhere else
to turn, the dog trudged into the field in front of the Bridge.
There he found others like himself, elderly or infirm, sad and
discouraged. Unlike the other animals waiting to cross the Bridge,
these animals were not running or playing. They simply were lying in
the grass, staring forlornly at the pathway across the Rainbow Bridge.
The old dog took his place among them, watching the pathway and waiting
yet not knowing for what he was waiting.
One of the newer dogs at the Bridge asked a cat who had been there
longer to explain what was happening. The cat replied, "Those poor
animals were abandoned, turned away, or left at rescue places, but never
found a home on earth. They all passed on with only the love of a
rescuer to comfort them. Because they had no people to love them, they
have nobody to escort them across the Rainbow Bridge."
The dog asked the cat, "So what will happen to those animals?" Before
the cat could answer, the clouds began to part and the cold turned to
bright sunshine. The cat replied, "Watch, and you will see."
In the distance was a single person, and as he approached the Bridge the
old, infirm and sad animals in the field were bathed in a golden light.
They were at once made young and healthy, and stood to see what their
fate would be. The animals who had previously gathered at the pathway
bowed their heads as the person approached. At each bowed head, the
person offered a scratch or hug. One by one, the now youthful and
healthy animals from the field fell into line behind the person.
Together, they walked across the Rainbow Bridge to a future of happiness
and unquestioned love.
The dog asked the cat, "What just happened?"
The cat responded, "That was a rescuer. The animals gathered along the
pathway bowing in respect were those who had found their forever homes
because of rescuers. They will cross over when their people arrive at
the Bridge. The arrival here of a rescuer is a great and solemn event,
and as a tribute they are permitted to perform one final act of rescue.
They are allowed to escort all those poor animals they couldn't place on
earth across the Rainbow Bridge."
The dog thought for a moment, then said, "I like rescuers." The cat
smiled and replied, "So does heaven, my friend. So does heaven."
Please click RESCUE for more information if you are interested in adopting a Crested in need.