Everywhere we go
this time of year, we're reminded that this is the season of giving. There's the person dressed up like Santa
outside the Wal-Mart ringing that little bell and collecting money for the Salvation
Army. Then there are all those ads on the
radio and TV with celebrities asking us to donate to Toys for Tots. And of course there are the local food drives
collecting canned and boxed goods to feed the hungry. There are even blood mobiles setting up in
parking lots of busy shopping centers wanting us to donate blood for those who
are sick or injured. Yes, all of these
are very worthy causes and they truly need our support, but there's one more
very special group depending on our generosity every single day. I don't know who wrote the poem below, but I
thought it's message was an important one and definitely worth sharing with all
of you.
A Rescue Pet's
Christmas Wish
'Tis the night
before Christmas and all through the town,
every shelter is
full - we are lost but not found,
Our numbers are
hung on our kennels so bare,
we hope every
minute that someone will care,
They'll come to
adopt us and give us the call,
Come here, Sadie
and Scooter - come fetch your new ball!!
But now we sit
here and think of the days
we were treated
so fondly - we had cute, baby ways.
Once we were
little, then we grew and we grew,
now we're no
longer young and we're no longer new.
So out the back
door we were thrown like the trash,
they reacted so
quickly - why were they so rash?
We jump on the
children, don't come when they call
we bark when they
leave us, climb over the wall.
We should have
been neutered, we should have been spayed,
now we suffer the
consequence of the errors THEY made.
If only they'd
trained us, if only we knew,
we'd have done
what they asked us and worshiped them, too.
We were left in
the backyard, or worse - left to roam,
now we're tired
and lonely and out of a home.
They dropped us
off here and they kissed us good-bye,
Maybe someone
else will give you a try.
So now here we
are, all confused and alone,
in a shelter with
others who long for a home.
The kind workers
come through with a meal and a pat,
with so many to
care for, they can't stay to chat,
They move to the
next kennel, giving each of us cheer,
we know that they
wonder how long we'll be here.
We lay down to
sleep and sweet dreams fill our heads,
of a home filled
with love and our own cozy beds.
Then we wake to
see sad eyes, brimming with tears,
our friends
filled with emptiness, worry, and fear.
If you can't adopt
us and there's no room at the Inn,
could you help
with the bills and fill our food bin?
We count on your
kindness each day of the year,
can you give more
than hope to everyone here?
Please make a
donation to pay for the heat
and help get us
something special to eat.
"Pet Pal
Animal Shelter" wants us to live,
and more of us
will, if more people will give!
So the next time
you find yourself getting into the holiday spirit of giving, remember this story
and do what you can to help make a rescue pet's Christmas wish come true!!!
Thank you for
taking time out of your hectic holiday preparations to read this.
Merry Christmas
to all and happy tails to you until we meet again!