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It Matters To Me

8 Oct

It Matters To Me


As I walked along the seashore
This young boy greeted me.
He was tossing stranded starfish
Back to the deep blue sea.
I said “Tell me why you bother,
Why you waste your time this way.
There’s a million stranded starfish
Does it matter, anyway?”
And he said, “It matters to this one.
It deserves a chance to grow.
It matters to this one.
I can’t save them all I know.
But it matters to this one,
I’ll return it to the sea.
It matters to this one,
And it matters to me.”
I walked into the shelter,
The owner greeted me.
She was helping Misty learn to trust.
She was struggling I could see.
I said, “Tell me why you bother,
Why you waste your time this way.
Misty’s only one of thousands,
Does it matter anyway?”
And she said, “It matters to this one.
She deserves a chance to grow.
It matters to this one.
I can’t save them all I know.
But it matters to this one,
I’ll help her be what she can be.
It matters to this one,
And it matters to me.

Author Unknown

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A Dumped Dogs Prayer

5 Oct

A Dumped Dog’s Prayer

I Waited For You

Don’t close the door! Don’t push me away.
Why are you leaving? Don’t make me stay.
Slow down the car, I can’t keep up.
This pavement is hot and my pads are cut.
I’ve got to quit running or my heart will pop.
Every muscle is aching. Why don’t you stop?
I’m so hungry and thirsty. Darkness is near.
But I shouldn’t leave, he will come for me here.
Several weeks have passed, I am dead on my feet.
They call me a nuisance because I eat off the streets.
Every car that passes, I chase it to see
If it’s my master coming for me.
Though I approach those that come near
With trust in my eyes and no sign of fear.
With hate in their voices and a cold, heartless stare,
They threaten to kill me – they don’t even care.
Batter my body with rocks that they throw,
I will not leave, he will come, don’t you know?
Overtaken with weakness, my body is numb.
I’m sick and so lonely. Oh please, let him come!
I will go back where he first threw me out.
I’ll wait for him there, he will come, no doubt.
My thoughts are fading. My chest feels like lead.
I’m sleepy, so sleepy – I can’t lift my head.
It’s so quiet, so peaceful — all remains still.
There is my master at my home on the hill.
Yes, I can see him, he’s calling my name.
His voice is so gentle, his hands are the same.
He decided he wants me. Things will be fine.
I really do love him, that master of mine.
My tail wags with pleasure. I can’t catch my breath.
He came in my dreams, but so did my DEATH!!

~~Author unknown

The Familiar Spirit! “poem”

3 Oct

The Familiar Spirit!

“Poem/Tribute”

When feeling sad because I miss

my angel dressed in fur

I Close my eyes and feel you by my side,

right where you always were

I feel your love and see your face

with the light that shined within your eyes

Please Know, that a part of my heart belongs to you

You will always shine inside

A sign from the Bridge

A Thousand Horse but None to Ride!

3 Oct

A Thousand Horse but None to Ride

Painted Heart

A Thousand Horse but None to Ride

With flying tail and flowing mane

Wide nostrils never stretched by pain

Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein

and hooves that iron never shod

and flanks un-scarred by spur or rod

A thousand horse the wild the free

Like waves that flow over the sea

came thickly thundering on


written by: Lord Byron

The Rescue Dog

24 Aug

Rescue Dog


Once I was a lonely dog Just looking for a home.

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 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 bout the rescue group and what it meant to her. 

She said, we are a circle, a line that never ends.

And in the centre 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 would 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 all the gods 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”.

Author unknown A poem for dog lovers all the way from Scotland

Is He the One?

24 Aug

Is he the one

Is he the one, that puppy there,
The one that likes to snuggle?
Can I take him with me,
To love and hug and cuddle?

Is he the one, the pup you got?
Boy! he’s growing fast.
Sure that’s what you wanted?
Nah, never gonna last.

Is he the one, just brought in?
They say he is too large.
Put him in the end cage,
Write down what to charge.

Is he the one, the big one there?
Yep he’ll guard our house and home.
Chain him in the back yard,
He’ll be ok alone.

Is he the one the angel asked,
Taking him away.
Never more to be abused,
Or in the snow to lay.

Is he the one the woman asked,
Her dogs all prancing round.
The one with none to wait for,
Well now he has been found.

Yes your the one I know it,
Go find a friend or three.
You will all be mine now,
Come cross the bridge with me

-M. Catlow

The Backyard Dog

24 Aug

The Backyard Dog

You see one in every community, a dog tied day after day to a back porch or fence, lying lonely on a pad of bare, packed dirt. The water bowl, if there is one, is usually empty or just out of reach. Abandoned, but chained up, backyard dogs cannot move to comfort, shelter, or companionship. In winter, they shiver, in summer, they languish . . . year round they suffer.

Of course, dogs can be forced to live outside, alone and away from their human pack, but to force this kind of life on a dog is one of the worst things you can do. Being alone goes against the dog’s most basic instinct. If you doubt this, think of all the whining, barking, clawing dogs you have seen tied alone outside. These dogs are trying desperately to get the attention of their human families.

People who keep their dogs constantly tied outside rationalize it, saying that they do spend time with them. But even the most well-meaning among them do not spend significant time with their animal companions. Under the best of circumstances, the backyard dog gets a bowl of food and water, a quick pat on the head and maybe a few minutes of contact with another living being each day.

Dogs can offer people the gifts of steadfast devotion, abiding love and joyful companionship. Unless people accept these offerings and take the time to return them in kind, it would be best not to get a dog. A sad, lonely, bewildered dog tied out back only suffers, and what sort of person wants to maintain suffering?

– Author Unknown