| Dedicated to those that rescue
- a look from the other side....
He woke with a start
could not figure out where he was
Why am I warm, why am I safe,
why is the world suddenly soft
Oh yes, the lady that talks so sweet
she rubs my ears and cooches my belly
I like it here
wonder if she'll send me back
It is quiet but I can hear
life about me
it is a calm, safe feeling
One I have never known
but have dreamt of
I have only been here a day
wonder if they'll let me stay
Maybe if I'm good and sweet
they won't put me on the street
I'm so confused
the lady talks so nice all the time
I got my own dinner last night
with out a fight
I hear some noise
wonder if she'll send me back
She is calling my name
how sweet she sounds
I am here right here
waiting for my ear rub
Better wag my tail
let her know I like her a lot
There she is she is so soft
wonder if she'll let me stay/p>
Time to go she says
better not do it on the floor
Out side with all the others
they seem happy here too
I hope she lets me stay
Wow food again
and all my own
She just rubbed my head
and said 'what a good boy'
Me a good boy
wow me a good boy
Oh that smile of hers
hope she lets me stay
Looks like play time
hey I can play too
She is laughing
I remember that sound
They used to do that when
was little and they liked me
You know the other people
then they just stopped laughing
Please don't make me go back
She is on the phone
thought I heard my name
She is looking at me
she is smiling
Better get over there and
Get one of those ear rubs
She is talking about me
Please don't make me go back
Still talking about me
Wonder what she meant
She said 'looks like a keeper to me'
I hope she'll let me stay
I was never allowed to give
kisses
wonder what she would do
Think I'll try
Oh my, she's got tears in her eyes
Oh what have I done
A big hug, maybe she'll let me stay
She said I'm home now
talks to me a lot, real nice
Wow, what a day and
it's only just begun
Imagine having many days
like this all together
Oh, Please let me stay
Thanks to all the rescues
for all you do.
by Donna
Vozenilek
Stages
of my Golden's life
When you were 8 weeks
–
You were just a round ball
of golden fur. How I laughed at your antics and sighed at your
curiosity. You were warm and fuzzy and I loved it when you fell asleep
in my arms.
When you were 6 months old
–
Oh, those long legs, you
looked like an awkward pre-teen. You started to show how gorgeous you
were going to be. Head held high you went from cute to beautiful in a
day it seems. You still slept in my arms and it still felt good.
In no time at all I realized
you were 2 years old –
Wow, it was just yesterday I
brought you through the door for the first time. How lovely you have
become. I watch you running in the sun. You just glisten in the rays. I
actually stopped breathing for the wonder of it all. What a gate you
have. Maybe I should have shown you what a marvelous animal. You are
mine and I am proud and happy.
Time rolls on, we go to the
vet for an annual exam and she says, hum 7 years old about mid-life
–
my head snaps up as in I
only have 7 short years left to enjoy you. Can't be true I have not had
you 7 years. It was only yesterday that I carried you through the door.
Although I am happy you are healthy I am a little sad by the
realization that someday you won't be by my side. Who will I lean on
then? Oh, my dear friend we have so much living to do together in such
a short amount of time.
ou hit the big 10
–
I know I am blessed to have
you, I can still remember the day I saw the first white hair on your
snout. I cried NO, it's too soon for that. It can't possibly be age,
your too young. Now you have hundreds and you are more beautiful than
you ever were. You move a little slower and there is a serenity in
that. Instead of chasing and barking at the rabbits you coexist with
them. Oh, my best friend you still look gorgeous in the sunlight. Your
Gold still sparkles and you still sleep in my arms.
In the winter of your life I
look at you with love that only two friends that have lived together
for years and know each other so well can know. If I get to the bridge
first I will wait for you and you for me. But we will see each other
again a bond like this is never forgotten my Glowing Gold friend. You
make sunlight dance and rain turns into shimmering diamonds. Thank you
for sharing your life your miracles your wisdom and most of all your
love with me.
by Donna
Vozenilek
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