Sunday, December 21, 2008

A rescue dog's christmas poem

Author Unknown
Attributed to the Tuscan Humane Society
(Warning you may need tissues)

'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.


Noah the Airedale said...

Oh no that is so sad. The poor pups in the shelters. Our Lucy came from the pound so she was one of the lucky ones and Tessy, she was rehomed too. I guess it works out for some of us.

Noah x

Lorenza said...

Hi, Gizmo!
That is a sad story.
Here you can see lots of doggies with no home. There are no shelters here so they have to be on the streets.
I wish I could help all of them!
Take care
Kisses and hugs

Rambo said...

Awwww. Poor doggies. I am very lucky to have a loving home, just like you! Happy Holidays Gizmo. I hope Santa Paws brings you lots of goodies.

Anonymous said...

That is such a sad poem but it makes a good point. Puppies don't stay puppies long. People need to think carefully before takning that little life home with them. I can't believe people just to throw them out later.

Mom's school (where she teaches 2nd grade) did a food drive for the local amimal shelter and got quit a bit of needed things: Food, litter, towels, toys, etc.


Huskee and Hershey said...

Hi Gizmo,
Thanks for sharing the story,, it's sort of a 'reality check' for our 2-legged friends (i.e humans).
Mom sorta regretted that they bought Hershey rather than adopt one from the shelters.. but well, we know what we should do next time.
Thanks for sending us a card.. our very forgetful mom FORGOT to put our names down in the DWB exchage this year, can you believe it??!

Pedro said...

My mom is sniff, sniffing. She wishes she could rescue every animal out there...


Happy said...

A really sad poem! Hope everyone takes heed.

Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays!

The FOUR Musketeers said...

We wish you a Merry Christmas ,
We wish you a Merry Christmas ,
We wish you a Merry Christmas ,

xoxo ,
Four Musketeers & Family
Lady , Zena , Cody & Joyce