A Rescue Dog's Christmas Poem

A Rescue 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.

--Author Unknown

Thanks for the poem. We just rescued a goofy yellow lab from the Nevada SPCA and it was so hard to walk through the kennels trying to pick out just one dog to take home.

Wendy

I have belonged to an Old English Sheepdog rescue group for a decade. We rescue over 80 OES each year. I lost two OES to cancer this year and decided because of my age I'd not adopt another. However, the picture on our web site www.neoesr.org of a female named Molly that nobody would take after 4 months of holding her in our CT facility because of her age and a hip problem early in life bothered me a lot; We decided to take her. We're old and have hip problems too. <VBG> She has turned out to be a wonderful dog. She moves like a puppy and shows no sign of hip problems.  Can't imagine not having her.  Merry Christmas !!!

What a sad sad poem.  :'(      :'(      :'( 


Liz