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You get the best of both worlds with an older adoptee. Most are housebroken and  trained. And best of all!! Ready to Love you

After adopting an older dog from a shelter, and seeing the older dogs that have come thru this rescue , this webmaster  feels the following poem could not express any better what these poor old souls must be feeling. When you see the shape they were in  and compare it to the life you have allowed them to live, one can only wonder, if they have comprehensive thoughts like we do, what those thoughts are. Perhaps this poem is exactly what they are thinking. When I got my old girl she was almost 11. Had little hair from malnutrition, sores from bites and fights but still she smiled, kissed and loved everyone. She had a vague memory of being loved but a larger awareness of being abused. She is now almost 14 and looking at the bridge from yet a little distance. But, if she could talk I would bet that she would say "hey that poem is about me!"   Thanks to Leslie Whalen  for allowing us to post the poem here.

Tray's Poem

  One by One, they pass by my cage,
  Too old, too worn, too broken, no way.
  Way past his time, he can't run and play.
  Then 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,
  The 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 this 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 person who made my last days so dear.
Leslie Whalen, Author

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