Posted on 03/07/2014 8:36:57 AM PST by edcoil
Not sure where this comes from but nice on an old dogs thoughts.
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 gray, 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 gray, 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.
Ping!
Get your hanky out…...
Blurry screen again.
I adopt older dogs & cats
Well, just don’t expect to teach him new tricks, and you’ll be fine.
Thank you for posting.
I adopted a 13 year old Maltese in January. He could barely stand, has no teeth and his tongue hangs out the side of his mouth, ....but as he walked toward me at the pound there was his cute little black eyes and nose and a little lilt in his step that caused his ears to bounce.
I snuggled him and fed him and allowed his horrible hair cut to grow out. He’s gained two pounds and now has enough strength to go for walks and play. He is now my constant companion for as long as he lives. I love him so much!
Ping worthy
The more I am around people the more I can’t wait to get home to my 13 yo and 5 yo Labbies. Both rescues.
Oh man... where’s the kleenex box?
Lovely post. Thank you.
I got through very little of that....couldn’t do it.
My current dog & one before her were both rescued senior dogs. I hit the lottery on both - very obedient, well-trained, know how to walk on a leash, etc.
And, as many people already know, the most grateful & loyal dogs are those rescued from a pound.
Thank you for the post.
Our rescue has saved quite a few older dogs. Mine was 10 years old when she was saved and is very healthy and had extensive training. Not sure why someone gave up on her except she suffers from separation anxiety (solved that by adding another dog).
Right now there are 6 senior dogs up for adoption (one is adoption pending).
http://www.gsroc.org/2013/adoption.gsr
The vet cut out the growth, stitched her up (no anesthesia, right on the exam table) gave me antibiotics for her and was not optimistic about her recovery chances. He wasn't being cold, just realistic (and wasn't trying to increase his retirement fund from me).
She recovered just fine and in January we started a slow kill heartworm treatment. This Wednesday I took her in for an x-ray to see how bad the heartworm damage is. Her heart and lungs sound and look good, no apparent damage. She has gained 9 pounds.
I'm pleased as punch and she is a wonderful old girl. She can run like a gazelle when she wants to and really seems to be enjoying her life now.
doggieping
any animal who’s a rescue, they know what abandonment is like. they know what they’ve been through.
our loved pets are joy wrapped in fur.
Wonderful!
Thanks for being so kind to the dog and for sharing the story.
Hubby and I adopted an old basset who had been outside in the elements for his whole life, abandoned to a farmer by a nephew who didn’t want him after he and his wife had a baby.
Was offered the dog and after seeing him, we decided to wait as FIL was in the final stages of life and had too much on our plates. A year later, I saw him outside in the pasture as I drove by the farmer’s place. The farmer had been in a tractor accident and was again looking for a home for this 14+ year old basset. I had hubby go and talk to him and a week later, after the farmer had his nephew drive by our place, they decided we would be a good fit for his pal. We named him Otis and he didn’t know how to lay on a dog bed, eat a dog biscuit or play with a toy. When you live your whole life in a barn, sleep on the hay and have mice for friends, change can be hard. Within 6 months, he was snuggled on a HUGE dog bed, eating twice a day, filling up his dog bed with toys from his toychest, chasing butterflies and getting many snuggles from his new mommy and daddy. We knew his time was limited- being outdoors took its toll. He was well cared by his previous daddy, but time took its toll. He had congestive heart failure and the decision was made. We love him dearly and miss him. There were so many times he had a huge smile on his face and we hoped he knew how much we loved him and took it with him. I miss you, Otis. Keep chasing those butterflies!!!
“I got through very little of that....couldn’t do it.”
Go back and read the whole thing — it does end well. :)
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