BAGGAGE
~Author unknown~
I've been rescued, but . . .
Will you still want me?
Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed;
All nicely tucked in my warm new bed,
I'd like to open my baggage, lest I forget.
There is so much to carry . . . so much to regret.
Hmmm . . . yes, there it is, right on top:
Let's unpack Loneliness, Heartache and Loss,
And there by my perch hides Fear and Shame.
As I look at these things I tried so hard to leave
I still have to unpack my baggage called Pain.
I loved them, the others, the ones who left me.
But I wasn't good enough; they didn't want me.
Will you add to my baggage?
Will you help me unpack?
Or will you just look at my things --
and take me right back?
Do you have the time to help me unpack?
To put away my baggage, to never re-pack?
I pray that you do -- I'm so tired you see,
But I DO come with baggage . . .
So do you still want me?
THE FAMILY DOG
~Author unknown~
The family's dog was bought to guard,
Chained to a post in a freezing backyard,
Housed in a shed that was airless and dark,
Every few weeks he'd have a run in the park.
When boredom set in with no fun and no work,
He one day broke loose and went quickly berserk,
Pa couldn't fathom just why he went wild,
As he flattened his wife and then bit his child.
The police were called in to sort out the mess,
And the whole sorry tale was revealed in the press.
The Rescue Society was really annoyed,
So, the dog was re-homed, and the owners destroyed.
RESCUED HEARTS
by Kathleen Parsons
Taking care of rescue dogs
Is something I do best.
I know because I've done it,
And I’'ve surely passed the test.
The dogs I'’ve bathed, the food I’'ve fed,
The vacuuming I'’ve done,
And all to watch a frightened soul
Sit dreaming in the sun.
My own dogs I'’ve neglected,
But I tell them every day,
That I love and cherish each of them
Though a new dog’'s come to stay.
I know they understand this,
For in their eyes I see
The love that I have given them
Come shining back to me.
Some people think I’'m crazy,
Some others think I'’m great
But very few can understand
What really is at stake.
If I can love and help a dog
To find a better way,
My own life is much richer,
I look forward to each day.
So now you know my secret,
It'’s there for all to see
The love I give, the life I save,
I do it all for ME.
I AM AN ANIMAL RESCUER
~ Author Unkown
My job is to assist God’'s creatures.
I was born with the drive to fulfill their needs.
I take in helpless, unwanted, homeless creatures
without planning or selection.
I have bought dog food with my last dime.
I have patted a mangy head with a bare hand.
I have hugged someone vicious and afraid.
I have fallen in love a thousand times,
And I have cried into the fur of a lifeless body too many times to count.
I have animal friends and friends who have animal friends.
I don'’t often use the word "pet"”.
I notice those lost on the road side,
And my heart aches.
I will hand raise a field mouse,
And make friends with a vulture.
I know of no creature unworthy of my time.
I want to live forever if there aren'’t any animals in Heaven.
But I believe there are . . .
Why would God make something so perfect and leave it behind?
Some may think we are master of the animals,
But the animals have mastered themselves --
Something people still haven’t learned!
War and abuse make me hurt for the world,
But a rescue that makes the news gives me hope for mankind.
We are a quiet but determined army,
And we are making a difference every day:
There is nothing more necessary than warming an orphan;
Nothing more rewarding than saving a life;
No higher recognition than watching them thrive;
There is no greater joy than seeing a baby play
Who only days ago was too weak to eat.
By the love of those who I'’ve been privileged to rescue
I have been rescued.
I know what true unconditional love really is,
For I've seen it shining in the eyes of so many
Who are grateful for so little.
I am an Animal Rescuer:
My work is never done;
My home is never quiet;
My wallet is always empty . . .
But my heart is always full.
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