How Could You?

A Prayer For Animals

October 1st 2011 9:10 am
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Lord, guard your helpless creatures, people and animals.

Defend them from evil and merciless people.

Turn the hearts of those who would harm them and fill them with compassion.

Force them to feel the suffering of their victims.

Show them the consequences of their violence, anger and cruelty.

Heal their hearts and help them forgive those who harmed them and wounded them to bring them to this place.

May healing and love and forgiveness and mercy flow.

In Jesus' Merciful Name, Amen.

 

Just a Dog!

July 20th 2011 8:32 am
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From time to time, people tell me, "lighten up, it's just a dog," or, "that's a lot of money for just a dog." They don't understand the distance traveled, the time spent, or the costs involved for "just a dog."

Some of my proudest moments have come about with "just a dog." Many hours have passed and my only company was "just a dog," but I did not once feel slighted.

Some of my saddest moments have been brought about by "just a dog," and in those days of darkness, the gentle touch of "just a dog" gave me comfort and reason to overcome the day.

If you, too, think it's "just a dog," then you will probably understand phases like "just a friend," "just a sunrise," or "just a promise." "Just a dog" brings into my life the very essence of friendship, trust, and pure unbridled joy. "Just a dog" brings out the compassion and patience that make me a better person.

Because of "just a dog" I will rise early, take long walks and look longingly to the future. So for me and folks like me, it's not "just a dog" but an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future, the fond memories of the past, and the pure joy of the moment.

"Just a dog" brings out what's good in me and diverts my thoughts away from myself and the worries of the day.

I hope that someday they can understand that it's not "just a dog" but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being "just a human."

So the next time you hear the phrase "just a dog." just smile, because they "just don't understand."

 

A SAD POEM :(

May 14th 2011 12:35 pm
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A dog sits waiting in the cold autumn sun, Too faithful to leave, to frightened to run
He's been here for days now with nothing to do But sit by the road waiting for you
He can't understand why you left him that day He thought you were stopping to play
He's sure you'll come back and that's why he stays How long will he suffer? How many m...ore days?
His legs have grown weak, his throat's parched and dry He's sick now from hunger and falls with a sigh
He lays down his head and closes his eyes

I wish you could see how a waiting dog dies.

 

Here In This House: An Animal's Prayer

February 1st 2011 8:24 am
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Here in this house...

I will never know the... loneliness that I hear in the cries of the other animals 'out there.'

I can sleep soundly, assured that when I wake my world will not have changed.

I will never know hunger, or the fear of not knowing if I will eat.

I will not shiver in the cold, or grow weary from the heat,

but rather, I will nap in the sun's warmth, and play in the rain's coolness, and be allowed to smell all that can reach my nose.

My fur will shine, and never be dirty or matted.



Here in this house...

There will be an effort to communicate with me on my level.

I will be talked to, and, even if I don't understand,

I can enjoy the warmth of the words spoken to me in

kindness. I will be given a name so that I may know who I am among many.

My name will be used in love and joy, and I will relish the sound of it!



Here in this house...

I will never be a substitute for anything I am not.

I will never be used to improve peoples' image of themselves.

I will be loved because I am who I am, not someone's idea of who I should be.

I will never suffer for someone's anger, impatience, or stupidity.

I will be taught all the things I need to know to be loved by all.

I will be praised for my successes, instead of punished too harshly for my mistakes.

If I do not learn my lessons well, they will look to my teacher for blame.



Here in this house...

I can trust arms that hold, hands that touch... knowing that, no matter what they do, they do it for the good

of me.

If I am injured or ill, I will be doctored.

If I am scared, I will be calmed.

If I am sad, I will be cheered.



Here in this house...

No matter what I look like, I will be considered beautiful and known to be of value.

I will never be cast out because I am too old, too ill, too unruly, or not cute enough.

I will not be left behind because my humans moved - I will move with them.

If a new human baby joins my family, it will not 'replace' me, but instead will be one more human for me

to love, and to love me. I will not be treated as disposable.

My life is a responsibility, and not an afterthought.

I will learn that humans can almost, sometimes, be as kind and as fair as

other animals.



Here in this house...

I was BROUGHT, because I was WANTED!

I will BELONG!

I will be home

- FOREVER!

AND I WILL BE LOVED!



.

 

Birthday boy!!

October 15th 2010 7:13 pm
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Happy 4th Birthday my Handsome Shaddy Manny!! I love you!!! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥xoxoxoxoxo

 

How Could You?

March 31st 2010 2:26 pm
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When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you´d shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?"...but then you´d relent and roll me over for a belly rub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.

We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person", still I
welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.

Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch-because your touch was now so infrequent-and I would´ve defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You´ve made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son´s fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don´t let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.

You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?" They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind-that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I´m so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn´t be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself-a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.

 
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