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I looked at all the caged animals in the shelter…the cast-offs of human society. I saw in their eyes love and hope, fear and dread, sadness and betrayal. And I was angry. “God,” I said, “This is terrible! Why don’t you do something?” God was silent for a moment and then He spoke softly and said, “I have, I created you.”– Author Unknown
Strolling along the beach, a woman catches sight of a young man who appears to be dancing at the water’s edge. The young man bends down, straightens to his full height and then casts his arm out in an arc. Drawing closer, she sees that the sand is littered with starfish and he is throwing them, one by one, back into the sea.
She says, ‘There are stranded starfish as far as the eye can see. What difference can saving a few of them possibly make?’
Smiling, he stoops down and tosses another starfish out over the water, saying, ‘It made a difference to that one.’– Author Unknown
“Animals do have a voice. If you ignore their suffering, I will remind you of it.
If you don’t understand them, I will translate.
If you don’t hear them, I will be their voice.
You may silence them but you cannot silence me as long as I live.”~ Anita Mahdessian
I had no place to go, No one to call my own.
I wandered up and down the streets, in rain in heat and snow.
I ate whatever I could find, I was always on the go.
My skin would itch, my feet were sore, My body ached with pain.
And no one stopped to give a pat Or to gently say my name.
I never saw a loving glance, I was always on the run.
For people thought that hurting me was really lots of fun.
And then one day I heard a voice So gentle, kind and sweet,
And arms so soft reached down to me And took me off my feet.
“No one again will hurt you” Was whispered in my ear.
“You’ll have a home to call your own where you will know no fear.
You will be dry, you will be warm, you’ll have enough to eat.
And rest assured that when you sleep, your dreams will all be sweet.”
I was afraid I must admit, I’ve lived so long in fear.
I can’t remember when I let A human come so near.
And as she tended to my wounds And bathed and brushed my fur
She told me about the rescue group And what it meant to her.
She said, “We are a circle, A line that never ends.
And in the center there is you protected by new friends.
And all around you are the ones that check the pounds,
And those that share their home after you’ve been found
And all the other folk are searching near and far.
To find the perfect home for you, where you can be a star.”
She said, “There is a family, that’s waiting patiently
and pretty soon we’ll find them, just you wait and see.
And then they’ll join our circle they’ll help to make it grow,
so there’ll be room for more like you, who have no place to go.”
I waited very patiently, The days they came and went.
Today’s the day I thought, my family will be sent.
Then just when I began to think It wasn’t meant to be,
there were people standing there just gazing down at me
I knew them in a heartbeat, I could tell they felt it too.
They said,”We have been waiting for a special dog like you.”
Now every night I say a prayer to the God that be.
“Thank you for the life I live and all you’ve given me.
But most of all protect the dogs in the pound and on the street.
And send a Rescue Person to lift them off their feet.”
by Arlene Pace – September 18, 1998
Poem found on the Newfoundland Rescue site