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The Joys of Adopting a Senior
Happy Senior Tails
The link above will take you to a website dedicated to the joys of adopting
a senior. Our friend Pam (the website designer) knows first-hand the joys of adopting a senior. Her beautiful
boy, Waldo, was adopted from her local shelter. Physically, he was a mess. Luckily, she and her husband have huge
hearts and saw a real gem in Waldo. Months later, he's healthy and happy and living every dog's dream. To see
Waldo and read the whole story, click the link above.
Giving Up a Senior
Thank
you to our friends at Animal Angels - www.anmlangls.org - for providing us with such an eloquent, touching statement.
Giving Up a Senior Companion Animal
Tray's Poem
One by one, they pass by my cage,
Too
old, too worn, too broken, no way.
Way past her time, she can't run and play.
Then they shake their heads slowly and
go on their way.
A little old woman, 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 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 thru the grey, and the legs bent with age,
And felt I still had life beyond this cage.
You took
me home, gave me food and a bed,
And shared your own pillow with my poor tired head.
We snuggle and play, and you
talk to me low,
You talk to me 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 Rainbow Bridge, all brand new,
My thoughts and my heart will still be with you.
And I will brag to
all who will hear,
Of the person who made my last days so dear.
Leslie Whalen
February 2001
The Atrocities of Puppymills
The Bin
Do you know where I came from? Where I was just the other
day.
I was in a barn, No... I was not snuggling happily on hay.
I was in a cage. Along with many, many other dogs.
We
lived in filth I say.
Almost like hogs.
My mother, she was by my side, Although... she never,
ever... said a word.
just a painful whiny cry. This is all I have ever heard.
My brothers and sisters are
gone.
You see...
They never had a chance.
It was to cold and dirty. There was no where for us to prance.
My sis, she died.
I tried so very hard to wake her up.
For 5 days she just layed there. Finally I gave up.
They
came and they got her body, and then they threw it into a bin.
Then my brother, he died...
2 days later,
the humans, they came again.
They did the same to him. And then they threw us a little food.
My mother wouldn't
eat it.
She wasn't in the mood.
The human, he hollered sooo loudly.
you
see...
He was very, very mad.
He opened up the door...
It was really bad.
He brought
his foot way back
You know, I tried so hard to duck.
My mother, she took the hit.
of all the rotten luck.
He broke her back in to two
And now she will never, ever walk again.
I imagine that in 5 more days
that my mommy....
She too, will go in to that bin...
"Still want to support PUPPY MILLS?"
written by: Bonnie
Thomas
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