The Last Resort
Animal Rescue

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                               Why am in a shelter?

 

 
People often ask us, "What's wrong with this dog? Why is he in a shelter?" and they have the misconception that something MUST be wrong with a shelter dog. In our experience, about 99% of our rescued dogs have absolutely nothing wrong with them, but had something wrong with the person who put them in the shelter to begin with. The reasons for owner turn ins to shelters are often listed on the paperwork they come with, from "this dog has worms", to "this dog keeps getting out of the yard" to "we have too many dogs" (as an unspayed mother with 10 puppies are being turned in to the shelter), "this dog has fleas", "we're moving" etc. Sadly, the reasons are never good ones it seems, and these unfounded reasons end up costing a loyal dog his life, unless a rescue such as ours, hears about this dog and is able to step in and save his life. Even worse, most of these pet owners are aware that when they turn in their dog, a "owner relinquished" dog is often either immediately euthanized or given only 24 hours to find a new home. These owners are also aware that the means of euthanasia is a GAS CHAMBER, and they willingly sign over their pets to this fate, when these precious lives depended on them to care about their well-being. Other dogs never had a home, or were found as strays. States that don't enforce spay and neutering will have shelters that are refilled daily with strays and unwanted dogs and cats.
 
We are rescuers and we step in every day, pour through thousands of listings of dogs such as these needing rescue, and save as many lives as we possibly can, and mourning the ones we can't. Without you, this would not be possible. So thank you for choosing to adopt a very deserving rescue dog.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

I am a stray. I'm worth loving.

"Woof!" I said as you started the car,
"Hooray!" I said, it's my first time afar.
The scents we were passing were all new to me,
For it was my first introduction to this mystery.
As we got out of the car I embraced you with joy,
After all you remembered to bring my favorite toy!
You threw it once or twice, of which I retrieved,
But on the third it seemed you were ready to leave.
You threw it long and hard and I chased it like lightning,
But when I turned to bring it back I saw a sight quite frightening.
I gripped my toy hard as I tried to comprehend
What it was I did wrong to make our relationship end.
You walked back to your car as I sat there still loyal.
Why am I subservient and you so royal?
Your engine started, and you peeled out into the night,
You didn't even care about my overwhelming fright.
As I sat in my pose determined you would come back,
The sun faded behind me while the surroundings turned black.
Day after day I stayed in that park,
Lying... waiting... too feeble to bark.
As I lay there dying thinking of you master,
I asked myself how I got into this horrifying disaster.
With my last breath of life, I whispered your name
Then I collapsed in a heap overrun by pain.
Why didn't you love me master? Why didn't you care?
Had I no significance, was I just a clump of hair?
I stayed there master and I waited for you
I guess taking care of me was just too much to do.
I'm gone now master, no more You-and-I
But what I can't figure out is why you didn't even say goodbye...


-Author: Andrew Siegele-

 
 
 
I Rescued a Human Today
by Janine Allen


Her eyes met mine as she walked down the corridor peering apprehensively into the kennels. I felt her need instantly and knew I had to help her. I wagged my tail, not too exuberantly, so she wouldn't be afraid.

As she stopped at my kennel I blocked her view from a little accident I had in the back of my cage. I didn't want her to know that I hadn't been walked today. Sometimes the shelter keepers get too busy and I didn't want her to think poorly of them.


As she read my kennel card I hoped that she wouldn't feel sad about my past. I only have the future to look forward to and want to make a difference in someone's life.


She got down on her knees and made little kissy sounds at me. I shoved my shoulder and side of my head up against the bars to comfort her. Gentle fingertips caressed my neck; she was desperate for companionship.


A tear fell down her cheek and I raised my paw to assure her that all would be well. Soon my kennel door opened and her smile was so bright that I instantly jumped into her arms.


I would promise to keep her safe.
I would promise to always be by her side.
I would promise to do everything I could to see that radiant smile and sparkle in her eyes.

I was so fortunate that she came down my corridor. So many more are out there who haven't walked the corridors.  So many more to be saved. At least I could save one.
Yes, I could save one.
 
 
 

"Before I Made You Mine"

 

You chewed the couch, you tracked in mud

you had "accidents" on the Persian rug.

You were too wild to contain.

Just walking you was such a pain.

I'd have to lock you in a crate

to keep you from making me go insane.

Once, I tried to train you,

but you were too headstrong.

You wouldn't do what I wanted,

the process took too long.

As soon as I'd come home from work,

you'd pester me to play.

Couldn't you see how tired I was

after working the entire day?

When I'd settle in at night to watch my favorite show

you'd start whining at the door.

Of course, you'd wait till then to go.

Today it's time to say goodbye.

The shelter will find you a home.

You can be your new family's problem,

and my life can be my own.

I feel relief, my stress is gone.

I can go back to having my own time,

just like I had six months ago,

before I made you mine.

 

I don't know what I'm doing here,

this is not where I want to be.

There's strange people and scary dogs...

when are you coming back for me?

I can tell it's getting dark.

I hope they remember my bedtime bone.

And where is the bed you bought me

the day you brought me home?

You seemed so excited and happy then,

I don't know when it all went wrong.

But I wish you'd given me a chance;

six months isn't very long.

You were boring, you were dull,

you had no time to throw the ball.

Yet I loved you anyway-my devotion unconditional.

I wish you knew what you were doing,

I wish you took the time,

to learn what I was all about

before I made you mine.