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    A poem in honour of all those people who dedicate their lives to rescue

    Room For One More

    I see by his coat he must be a stray
    The untidy look gives him away
    He's lost his will and is so thin
    He hasn't eaten since God knows when
    I know as I coax him through the door
    There's always room for one more

    The other night in the freezing rain
    That little female came up again
    Matted and soaked, crying in need
    Lost and alone with babies to feed
    Her pleading eyes I couldn't ignore
    There's always room for one more

    There's a new face on the block today
    Hungry and unclean to our dismay
    I stroked her head and her body rippled
    When she got up I saw she was crippled
    She started to go but fell to the floor
    There's always room for one more

    There's the poor dog standing in the rain
    I've tried to entice him time and again
    One ear's lopsided, the other's been torn
    Blind in one eye, lost and forlorn
    He's coming now, so I'll open the door
    There's always room for one more.

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    I AM YOUR PUPPY

    I am your Puppy, and I will love you until the end of the Earth, but
    please know a few things about me.

    I am a Puppy, this means that my intelligence and capacity for learning
    are the same as an 8-month-old child. I am a Puppy; I will chew
    EVERYTHING I can get my teeth on. This is how I explore and learn about
    the world. Even HUMAN children put things in their mouths. It's up to
    you to guide me to what is mine to chew and what is not.

    I am a Puppy; I cannot hold my bladder for longer than 1 - 2 hours. I
    cannot "feel" that I need to poop until it is actually beginning to
    come out. I cannot vocalize nor tell you that I need to go, and I cannot
    have "bladder and bowel control" until 6 - 9 months. Do not punish me if
    you have not let me out for 3 hours and I tinkle. It is your fault. As a
    Puppy, it is wise to remember that I NEED to go potty after: Eating,
    Sleeping, playing, Drinking and around every 2 - 3 hours in addition. If
    you want me to sleep through the night, then do not give me water after
    7 or 8 p.m. A crate will help me learn to housebreak easier, and will avoid you being mad at me.

    I am a Puppy, accidents WILL happen, please be patient with me! In time I will learn.

    I am a Puppy, I like to play. I will run around, and chase imaginary
    monsters, and chase your feet and your toes and 'attack' you, and chase
    fuzzballs, other pets, and small kids. It is play; it's what I do. Do
    not be mad at me or expect me to be sedate, mellow and sleep all day.

    If my high energy level is too much for you, maybe you could consider
    an older rescue from a shelter or Rescue group. My play is beneficial,
    use your wisdom to guide me in my play with appropriate toys, and
    activities like chasing a rolling ball, or gentle tug games, or plenty
    of chew toys for me. If I nip you too hard, talk to me in "dog talk", by
    giving a loud YELP, I will usually get the message, as this is how dogs
    communicate with one another. If I get too rough, simply ignore me for a
    few moments, or put me in my crate with an appropriate chew toy.

    I am a Puppy; hopefully you would not yell, hit, strike, kick or beat a
    6-month-old human infant, so please do not do the same to me. I am
    delicate, and also very impressionable. If you treat me harshly now, I
    will grow up learning to fear being hit, spanked, kicked or beat.
    Instead, please guide me with encouragement and wisdom. For instance,
    if I am chewing something wrong, say, "No chew!" and hand me a toy I
    CAN chew. Better yet, pick up ANYTHING that you do not want me to get
    into. I can't tell the difference between your old sock and your new
    sock, or an old sneaker and your $200 Nikes.

    I am a Puppy, and I am a creature with feelings and drives much like
    your own, but yet also very different. Although I am NOT a human in a
    dog suit, neither am I an unfeeling robot who can instantly obey your
    every whim. I truly DO want to please you, and be a part of your
    family, and your life. You got me (I hope) because you want a loving
    partner and companion, so do not relegate me to the backyard when I get
    bigger, do not judge me harshly but instead mold me with gentleness and
    guidelines and training into the kind of family member you want me to
    be.

    I am a Puppy and I am not perfect, and I know you are not perfect
    either. I love you anyway. So please, learn all you can about
    training, and puppy behaviors and caring for me from your veterinarian,
    books on dog care and even researching on the computer! Learn about my
    particular breed and it's "characteristics", it will give you
    understanding and insight into WHY I do all the things I do. Please
    teach me with love, patience, the right way to behave and socialize me
    with training in a puppy class or obedience class, we will BOTH have a
    lot of fun together.

    I am a Puppy and I want more than anything to love you, to be with you,
    and to please you. Won't you please take time to understand how I work?
    We are the same you and I, in that we both feel hunger, pain, thirst,
    discomfort, fear, but yet we are also very different and must work to
    understand one anther's language, body signals, wants and needs. Some
    day I will be a handsome dog, hopefully one you can be proud of and one
    that you will love as much as I love you.

    Love,
    Your Puppy

    Written by J. Ellis - Southern Shadows Rottweilers.
    (May be posted, reposted, cross-posted and used with permission as long
    as credit is given.)

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    Rainbow Bridge Return

    by Joy LaCaille

    The little dog arrived at the Rainbow Bridge, and a pack of dogs rushed up
    to greet him. He braced himself, expecting a fight, but this was the first
    pack that wagged their tails and kissed him instead of attacking him.
    It was beautiful here, and everyone was nice to him. None of them had been
    born in a puppy mill, like he had, and used for dog-bait fighting and left
    to die in a shelter because he was a mix-breed battle-scarred cur and wasn't
    cute. They explained why they were waiting... for their humans who loved them.

    "What is love?" he asked, and God let him go back to earth, and find out.
    Warm, and dark, he squeezed in with the others and waited for the day to be
    born. Scared, he held back as long as he could, but finally got dragged out,
    by his hind feet. Hands without fur held him gently and rubbed him dry and
    opened his mouth and guided him to a warm nipple with milk. He didn't get a
    good hold on it, because one of his big fat brothers pushed him aside. The
    human hand moved the other puppy to another nipple and held his body, so he could drink.

    "Ahhh, that's better, " he thought, and drank until his jaws got tired and
    he curled up to sleep next to his warm hairy mother. "I remember this," he
    mused... "Too bad I'll have to grow up to be hit, left out in the cold and
    rain, and used for dog-bait fighting, and die as an unclaimed rescue dog. I
    remember what it's like, being a dog." he thought sadly.
    That night, he crawled up to his mother and tried to nurse, but he kept
    getting pushed off to the side. When they were full, the big brothers and
    sisters got their bottoms cleaned and he finally latched on to a nipple, but
    the human hands weren't there to hold him up, and there wasn't any milk in
    any of the nipples, anyway. He was weak and so tiny. It was even hard to
    stay upright, and he fell over on his back and couldn't right himself.
    So he began to cry, and suddenly the human hands were there, holding him up
    and puting a rubber thing in his mouth. It didn't taste or feel like
    mother, but it was warm and made the ache in his tummy go away.
    He was having trouble breathing ... His lungs weren't fully developed,
    because he had waited too long to join the others in the womb, as he took
    one last romp at the Rainbow Bridge. He could feel the heartbeat of the
    human, who had laid him on her chest and covered him with a soft cloth,
    keeping him warm, and soothing his boney body with gentle circling touches.
    He kept thinking of his new friends who had been so nice to him at the
    bridge and asked God if he could go back. God said "Yes, but not just yet.
    You wanted to experience Love."

    So for several hours (seemed like days but it was dark and he couldn't tell
    what time it was), the human supplemented his feeding and let him experience
    the warmth of his mother's body and tongue, and the pile of warm soft
    littermates. He got weaker, and the human held him more often, leaving the
    littermates to sleep in a pile while he got carressed, kissed, and got to
    listen to the heartbeat which was strong and loving.
    Finally God came back and asked, "are you ready to come back to the Rainbow
    Bridge?". "Yes, he responded," with a little sorrow, because the human didn't want to
    let him go, and was crying. He pushed the air out of his lungs and floated back to the Rainbow Bridge
    and looked back at the human, who was still crying and holding the limp body
    that he had borrowed for his trip.


    "Thank you, God," he said. "Love is beautiful, and I will wait near the
    Bridge and let the human know, when she arrives, that I loved her, too."

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    A PET'S TEN COMMANDMENTS

    1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any separation from you is likely to be painful.

    2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.

    3. Place your trust in me. It is crucial for my well-being.

    4. Don't be angry with me for long and don't lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your friends, your entertainment, but I have only you.

    5. Talk to me. Even if I don't understand your words, I do understand your voice when speaking to me.

    6. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget it.

    7. Before you hit me, before you strike me, remember that I could hurt you, and yet, I choose not to bite you.

    8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right food, I have been in the sun too long, or my heart might be getting old or weak.

    9. Please take care of me when I grow old. You too, will grow old.

    10. On the ultimate difficult journey, go with me please. Never say you can't bear to watch. Don't make me face this alone. Everything is easier for me if you are there, because I love you so.

    Take a moment today to thank God for your pets. Enjoy and take good care of them. Life would be a much duller, less joyful experience without God's critters. Now please pass this on to other pet owners. We do not have to wait for Heaven, to be surrounded by hope, love, and joyfulness.
    It is here on earth and has four legs.
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    Oh Clea...I'm sitting here with tears streaming after that last story....how ultimately soul touching.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Cleasanta View Post
    Rainbow Bridge Return

    by Joy LaCaille

    The little dog arrived at the Rainbow Bridge, and a pack of dogs rushed up
    to greet him. He braced himself, expecting a fight, but this was the first
    pack that wagged their tails and kissed him instead of attacking him.
    It was beautiful here, and everyone was nice to him. None of them had been
    born in a puppy mill, like he had, and used for dog-bait fighting and left
    to die in a shelter because he was a mix-breed battle-scarred cur and wasn't
    cute. They explained why they were waiting... for their humans who loved them.

    "What is love?" he asked, and God let him go back to earth, and find out.
    Warm, and dark, he squeezed in with the others and waited for the day to be
    born. Scared, he held back as long as he could, but finally got dragged out,
    by his hind feet. Hands without fur held him gently and rubbed him dry and
    opened his mouth and guided him to a warm nipple with milk. He didn't get a
    good hold on it, because one of his big fat brothers pushed him aside. The
    human hand moved the other puppy to another nipple and held his body, so he could drink.

    "Ahhh, that's better, " he thought, and drank until his jaws got tired and
    he curled up to sleep next to his warm hairy mother. "I remember this," he
    mused... "Too bad I'll have to grow up to be hit, left out in the cold and
    rain, and used for dog-bait fighting, and die as an unclaimed rescue dog. I
    remember what it's like, being a dog." he thought sadly.
    That night, he crawled up to his mother and tried to nurse, but he kept
    getting pushed off to the side. When they were full, the big brothers and
    sisters got their bottoms cleaned and he finally latched on to a nipple, but
    the human hands weren't there to hold him up, and there wasn't any milk in
    any of the nipples, anyway. He was weak and so tiny. It was even hard to
    stay upright, and he fell over on his back and couldn't right himself.
    So he began to cry, and suddenly the human hands were there, holding him up
    and puting a rubber thing in his mouth. It didn't taste or feel like
    mother, but it was warm and made the ache in his tummy go away.
    He was having trouble breathing ... His lungs weren't fully developed,
    because he had waited too long to join the others in the womb, as he took
    one last romp at the Rainbow Bridge. He could feel the heartbeat of the
    human, who had laid him on her chest and covered him with a soft cloth,
    keeping him warm, and soothing his boney body with gentle circling touches.
    He kept thinking of his new friends who had been so nice to him at the
    bridge and asked God if he could go back. God said "Yes, but not just yet.
    You wanted to experience Love."

    So for several hours (seemed like days but it was dark and he couldn't tell
    what time it was), the human supplemented his feeding and let him experience
    the warmth of his mother's body and tongue, and the pile of warm soft
    littermates. He got weaker, and the human held him more often, leaving the
    littermates to sleep in a pile while he got carressed, kissed, and got to
    listen to the heartbeat which was strong and loving.
    Finally God came back and asked, "are you ready to come back to the Rainbow
    Bridge?". "Yes, he responded," with a little sorrow, because the human didn't want to
    let him go, and was crying. He pushed the air out of his lungs and floated back to the Rainbow Bridge
    and looked back at the human, who was still crying and holding the limp body
    that he had borrowed for his trip.


    "Thank you, God," he said. "Love is beautiful, and I will wait near the
    Bridge and let the human know, when she arrives, that I loved her, too."
    Love this...so touching...

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    this one my mum saved from a newspaper cutting at the beginning of the year.

    Wake-up Call
    Something nudges
    gently at her shoulder,
    wakes her from a dream.

    Six inches
    from her pillow
    the grinning kelpie

    pants warm dog breath
    right into her nose.
    It’s the thick, rich brown

    of packet gravy
    and smells
    of last night’s bone

    by Robyn Mathison

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    all these poems are beautiful and heart wrenching at the same time...

    Here is a quote:
    "Dogs are not our whole lives, but they make our lives whole"
    unknown

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    Puppy Size

    This is one of the neatest stories you will ever hear. You will know precisely what this little girl is talking about at the end (you'll want to share this one with your loved ones and special friends)!

    'Danielle keeps repeating it over and over again. We've been back to this animal shelter at least five times. It has been weeks now since we started all of this,' the mother told the volunteer.
    'What is it she keeps asking for?' the volunteer asked.
    'Puppy size!' replied the mother
    'Well, we have plenty of puppies, if that's what she's looking for.' 'I know..... we have seen most of them, ' the mom said in frustration...

    Just then Danielle came walking into the office

    'Well, did you find one?' asked her mom.

    'No, not this time,' Danielle said with sadness in her voice. 'Can we come back on the weekend?'

    The two women looked at each other, shook their heads and laughed

    'You never know when we will get more dogs. Unfortunately, there's always a supply,' the volunteer said.

    Danielle took her mother by the hand and headed to the door. 'Don't worry, I'll find one this weekend,' she said.



    Over the next few days both Mom and Dad had long conversations with her.

    They both felt she was being too particular. 'It's this weekend or we're

    not looking any more,' Dad finally said in frustration.

    'We don't want to hear anything more about puppy size, either,' Mom added.



    Sure enough, they were the first ones in the shelter on Saturday morning.
    By now Danielle knew her way around, so she ran right for the section that housed the smaller dogs.

    Tired of the routine, mom sat in the small waiting room at the end of the first row of cages. There was an observation window so you could see the animals during times when visitors weren't permitted.

    Danielle walked slowly from cage to cage, kneeling periodically to take a closer look. One by one the dogs were brought out and she held each one.
    One by one she said, 'Sorry, but you're not the one.'

    It was the last cage on this last day in search of the perfect pup. The volunteer opened the cage door and the child carefully picked up the dog
    and held it closely. This time she took a little longer.

    'Mom, that's it! I found the right puppy! He's the one! I know it!' She screamed with joy. 'It's the puppy size!'
    'But it's the same size as all the other puppies you held over the last few weeks,' Mom said.
    'No not size... The sighs. When I held him in my arms, he sighed,' she said.
    'Don't you remember? When I asked you one day what love is, you told me love depends on the sighs of your heart. The more you love, the bigger the sigh!'

    The two women looked at each other for a moment. Mom didn't know whether
    to laugh or cry. As she stooped down to hug the child, she did a little of both.

    'Mom, every time you hold me, I sigh. When you and Daddy come home from work and hug each other, you both sigh. I knew I would find the right puppy if it sighed when I held it in my arms,' she said. Then, holding the puppy up close to her face, she said, 'Mom, he loves me. I heard the
    sighs of his heart!'



    Close your eyes for a moment and think about the love that makes you sigh. I not only find it in the arms of my loved ones, but in the caress of a sunset, the kiss of the moonlight and the gentle brush of cool air on a hot day. They are the sighs of God. Take the time to stop and listen; you will be surprised at what you hear. 'Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath

    away.'



    I hope your life is filled with _Sighs!!!_

    Appreciate every single thing you have, especially your friends! Life is

    too short and friends are too few.


    Life is too short to wake up with regrets. Love the people who treat you right and forget about the ones who don't.


    I Appreciate You!!


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