tears streaming down my eyes (at my desk) - a beautiful piece...
"I wish my book of life was written in pencil … There are a few pages I would like to erase"
From: "KH LeMarr" <flo...@yahoo.com>
To: Chihuahuas@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Friday, December 9, 2011 3:50:17 PM
Subject: [Chihuahuas] This so true of our Rescues
> One by one, they pass my cage,
> Too old, too worn, too broken, no way.
> Way past his time, he can't run and play.
> They shake their heads slowly and go on their way.
>
> A little old man, arthritic and sore,
> It seems I am not wanted anymore
> I once had a home, I once had a bed,
> A place that was warm, and where I was fed.
>
> Now my muzzle is grey, and my eyes slowly fail.
> Who wants a dog so old and so frail?
> My family decided I didn't belong,
> I got in their way, my attitude was wrong.
>
> Whatever excuse they made in their head,
> Can't justify how they left me for dead.
> Now I sit in this cage, where day after day,
> Those younger dogs get adopted away.
>
> When I had almost come to the end of my rope,
> You saw my face, and I finally had hope.
> You saw thru the grey, and the legs bent with age,
> And felt I still had life beyond the cage
>
> You took me home, gave me food and a bed.
> And shared your own pillow with my poor tired head.
> We snuggle and play, and you talk to me low,
> You love me so dearly, you want me to know.
>
> I may have lived most of my life with another,
> But you outshine them with a love so much stronger.
> And I promise to return all the love I can give,
> To You, my dear person, as long as I live.
>
> I may be with you for a week or for years,
> We will share many smiles, you will no doubt shed tears.
> And when the time comes that God deems I must leave,
> I know you will cry and your heart, it will grieve.
>
> And when I arrive at the Bridge, all brand new,
> My thoughts and my heart will still be with you.
> And I will brag to all who will hear,
> Of the angel who made my last days so dear.
>
> Author~Unknown
>
> Too old, too worn, too broken, no way.
> Way past his time, he can't run and play.
> They shake their heads slowly and go on their way.
>
> A little old man, arthritic and sore,
> It seems I am not wanted anymore
> I once had a home, I once had a bed,
> A place that was warm, and where I was fed.
>
> Now my muzzle is grey, and my eyes slowly fail.
> Who wants a dog so old and so frail?
> My family decided I didn't belong,
> I got in their way, my attitude was wrong.
>
> Whatever excuse they made in their head,
> Can't justify how they left me for dead.
> Now I sit in this cage, where day after day,
> Those younger dogs get adopted away.
>
> When I had almost come to the end of my rope,
> You saw my face, and I finally had hope.
> You saw thru the grey, and the legs bent with age,
> And felt I still had life beyond the cage
>
> You took me home, gave me food and a bed.
> And shared your own pillow with my poor tired head.
> We snuggle and play, and you talk to me low,
> You love me so dearly, you want me to know.
>
> I may have lived most of my life with another,
> But you outshine them with a love so much stronger.
> And I promise to return all the love I can give,
> To You, my dear person, as long as I live.
>
> I may be with you for a week or for years,
> We will share many smiles, you will no doubt shed tears.
> And when the time comes that God deems I must leave,
> I know you will cry and your heart, it will grieve.
>
> And when I arrive at the Bridge, all brand new,
> My thoughts and my heart will still be with you.
> And I will brag to all who will hear,
> Of the angel who made my last days so dear.
>
> Author~Unknown
>
Kitty and the Canine Gang,
Maxx, Jill, Baby and Bits
Maxx, Jill, Baby and Bits
Until one has loved an animal, part of their soul remains unawakened.
Anatoe France
Anatoe France
