Below is a collection of short stories
that we've seen, love, and wanted to share!
There I sat, alone and afraid,
You got a call and came right to my aid.
You bundled me up with blankets and love,
And, when I needed it most, you gave me a hug.
I learned that the world was not all that scary and
That sometimes there is someone to have and to hold.
You taught me what love is, you helped me to mend,
You loved me and healed me and became my first friend.
And just when I thought you'd done all you do,
There came along not one new lesson, but two.
First you said, "Sweetheart, you're ready to go,
I've done all I can, and you've learned all I know."
Then you bundled me up with a blanket and kiss,
Along came a new family, they even have kids!
They took me to their home, forever to stay,
At first I thought you sent me away.
Then that second lesson became perfectly clear,
No matter how far, you will always be near.
And so, Foster Mom, you know I've moved on,
I have a new home, with toys and a lawn.
But I'll never forget what I learned that first day,
You never really give your fosters away.
You gave me these thoughts to remember you by,
We may never meet again, and now I know why.
You'll remember I lived with you for a time,
I may not be yours, but you'll always be mine.
A man and his dog were
walking along a road.
The man was enjoying the
scenery, when it
suddenly occurred to him
that he was dead. He
remembered dying, and
that the dog walking
beside him had been dead
for years. He wondered
where the road was
After a while, they came
to a high, white stone
wall along one side of
the road. It looked like
fine marble. At the top
of a long hill, it was
broken by a tall arch
that glowed in the
When he was standing
before it he saw a
magnificent gate in the
arch that looked like
mother-of-pearl, and the
street that led to the
gate looked like pure
He and the dog walked
toward the gate, and as
he got closer, he saw a
man at a desk to one
When he was close
enough, he called out,
"Excuse me, where are
"This is Heaven, sir,"
the man answered.
"Wow! Would you happen
to have some water?" the
"Of course, sir. Come
right in, and I'll have
some ice water brought
right up." The man
gestured, and the gate
began to open.
"Can my friend,"
gesturing toward his
dog, "come in, too?" the
"I'm sorry, sir, but we
don't accept pets."
The man thought a moment
and then turned back
toward the road and
continued the way he had
been going with his dog.
After another long walk,
and at the top of
another long hill, he
came to a dirt road
leading through a farm
gate that looked as if
it had never been
There was no fence. As
he approached the gate,
he saw a man inside,
leaning against a tree
and reading a book.
"Excuse me!" he called
to the man. "Do you have
"Yeah, sure, there's a
pump over there, come on
"How about my friend
here?" the traveler
gestured to the dog.
"There should be a bowl
by the pump."
They went through the
gate, and sure enough,
there was an
old-fashioned hand pump
with a bowl beside it.
The traveler filled the
water bowl and took a
long drink himself, then
he gave some to the dog.
When they were full, he
and the dog walked back
toward the man who
was standing by the
"What do you call this
place?" the traveler
"This is Heaven," he
confusing," the traveler
said. "The man down the
road said that was
"Oh, you mean the place
with the gold street and
pearly gates? Nope.
"Doesn't it make you mad
for them to use your
name like that?"
"No, we're just happy
that they screen out the
folks who would leave
their best friends
We find beauty
in the most incomprehensible places and the otherwise homely
It is our gift to see beyond the dirt, terror, sadness and
defeat and find the true soul that lies within.
We are Rescue.
A Tribute to Volunteers
By Dee Clair
I greet each day inside my cage
And wait for God to write my page.
I wonder if you'll come today,
And let me feel the light of day?
My whole life has been dark with pain.
And those who caused it -- what did they gain?
They stole my trust, my livelihood,
And all because thy simply could.
I yearn to run though scented fields
Without a cage and lock to yield.
To chase a squirrel that can't be caught; To earn a love
that can't be bought.
But the darkest days have a light
In the quiet mornings that follow night.
You come to visit every day
Without a motive, without pay.
You carried me when I was weak,
Brought trust I was too pained to seek.
You healed my wounds that took their toll -- You rescued
my slowly dying soul.
And now I listen for your voice,
Knowing that you're here by choice.
You didn't know me at the start,
And yet I'm planted in your heart.
I'm learning to accept your praise
And not avert my fearful gaze.
Forgive me if I cower still;
My life has been against my will.
I feel that you are growing tired
Within this fight that you've been mired.
If you can keep your doubts at bay,
It would mean the world if you could stay.
I can't predict how this will end,
But I know this of you, my friend --
You selflessly all played your part;
You saved me with your tender heart!
pulled a GSD (German Shepherd Dog) from a kill shelter
on his last day (-- as a forever home). I pulled him at
5pm, he had until 6pm. I feel humbled by this German
Shepherd (as yet unnamed). He's an oldie -- he was
listed at 5 years but I think he's more like 8 or 9, and
have done all along. Anyway, he's a beautiful beast --
80 lbs out of the shelter, tall, paws like a bear. He
hasn't been looked after and his coat is matted to the
skin, and I doubt he's ever been washed. He has terrible
diarrhea, the dirtiest ears, and small lesions on his
eyes that are caused by injury such as chemical splatter
burns, or foreign objects contacting the eye.
He had a little diarrhea in the vet's office and started
trying to lick it off the floor, then got scared when we
stopped him, and panicked momentarily until I gently led
him outside. It's not fixation as he only did it when he
soiled indoors. I guess he has learned over the years
that consuming your own waste is preferable to whatever
punishment comes from leaving it. In the truck on the
way home he had an accident in the back -- I was on the
interstate and couldn't immediately stop. I watched him
in the rear view mirror; as he pinned himself against
the side of the truck and tried his best to not get in
it I spoke to him softly, telling
him it was ok because he wasn't well. But he wouldn't
look at me -- he hadn't since we left the shelter. It
was as though I was invisible to him.
We stopped at a CVS and I ran in and got baby wipes,
liquid hand sani, two beach towels, and Gatorade. I
opened up the back, gave him some Gatorade/water, let
him out, and we went for a walk on the grass. On our
return I had him stay while I cleared out the dirty
towels and replaced them with new, clean towels. He
jumped back in and I gently wiped his
feet clean with the baby wipes while singing to him to
calm his nerves. When I was done I scratched him on the
head, and as I did he leaned down to my free hand and
gently licked it a few times, then raised his head to
look right in my eyes. For the rest of the ride home he
sat peacefully and watched the landscape pass by, but I
monitored him still in the
mirror, and found he spent a good part of the time just
looking at me.
Our greatest possession, man or beast, is our dignity,
and when you restore that dignity to one who has lost
it, you give the greatest of gifts. Today I was allowed!
to give that gift, and I'm humbled by the experience.
A farmer had
some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign
advertising the 4 pups. And set about nailing it to a
post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last
nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He
looked down into the eyes of a little boy.
"Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies."
"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the
back of his neck, "These puppies come from fine parents
and cost a good deal of money." The boy dropped his head
for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he
pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the
farmer. "I've got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to
take a look?"
"Sure," said the farmer. And with that he let out a
whistle. "Here, Dolly!" he called. Out from the doghouse
and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little
balls of fur. The little boy pressed his face against
the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight. As
the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy
noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse.
Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably
smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat
awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the
others, doing its best to catch up...."I want that one,"
the little boy said, pointing to the runt. The farmer
knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son, you don't
want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play
with you like these other dogs would."
With that the little boy stepped back from the fence,
reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his
trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running
down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a
specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he
said, "You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he
will need someone who understands." With tears in his
eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little
pup. Holding it carefully he handed it to the little
"How much?" asked the little boy.
"No charge," answered the farmer, "There's no charge for
Why Rescue? I looked at
all the caged animals in
the shelter... the
casts-offs of human
society. I saw in
their eyes love and
hope, fear and dread,
sadness and betrayal.
And I was angry.
"God," I said, "this is
terrible! Why don't you
do something?" God was
silent for a moment and
then spoke softly, "I
have done something. I
No more lonely
cold nights or hearing that I'm bad.
No more growling belly from meals I never had.
No more scorching sunshine with a water bowl that's dry.
No more complaining neighbors about the noise when I cry.
No more hearing "shut up" or "get down" or "get out of
No more feeling disliked, only peace is in the air.
Euthanasia is a blessing, though some can't see
why I was ever born. If I weren't meant to be.
My last day of living was the best I ever had.
Someone held me very close, I could see she was very sad.
I kissed the lady's face, and she hugged me as she cried.
I wagged my tail to thank her, than I closed my eyes and
Written by an Animal shelter volunteer in Massena
1. My life is
likely to last 10-15 years. Any separation from you will be
2. Give me time to understand what you want from me.
3. Place your trust in me; it is critical for my well being.
4. Don't be angry for me for long and don't lock me up
as punishment. You have your work, your friends, your
entertainment. I have only you.
5. Talk to me. Even if I don't understand your words I
understand your voice.
6. Be aware that however you treat me, I'll never forget it.
7. Before you hit me, remember that I have teeth that could
easily crush the bones in your hand but I choose not to bite
8. Before you scold me for being lazy or
uncooperative, ask yourself whether something might be
bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right food.
I've been out in the sun too long, or my heart might be
getting old and weak.
9. Take care of me when I get old. You too will
10. Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say, "I
can't bear to watch it" or "Let it happen in my absence."
Everything is easier for me if you are there. Remember I
hoped each time would be different, but it never was.
As the people showed up, the old one watched and he waited.
It always seemed to be in vain.
The young ones bounced and whined at the crate doors as the
people walked past.
And the people would "ooh" and "ahh" at their lust for life.
When the people stopped at the old one's crate, he would
struggle to right himself...tail swaying more than wagging.
His muzzle was grayed, his teeth worn and stained and his
eyes clouded over.
The people couldn't recognize the depth of the soul
contained in those eyes and they would continue on.
No one ever wanted the old ones.
As the young ones bounded off beside their new masters, the
old one watched and he waited.
No one came for him.
Time went on and the other old ones were helped to Heaven
As he watched his friends being led from the kennel, the old
one sighed and his hope faded.
He began to wish he too could come to rest with his old
People continued to visit to the kennel, and the old one
pled to them with his eyes, "Please".
But the people passed him by without a glance.
The old one watched and he waited.
One day Angels appeared, in human form, but the old one
could sense they were Angels.
They came right to him and they smiled.
He wondered if he'd gone to Heaven.
They released him from his barred home, rubbing and hugging
his depleted body.
He swayed his tail and gave a few happy hops.
It was all he had the strength to do.
Trusting his fate to them, they left the kennel.
He traveled a long distance with these Angels and other old
ones as well.
The old one watched and he waited, knowing it must be a
special journey he was chosen for.
He arrived at a place that smelled unfamiliar and was
greeted by more Angels dressed as humans.
He was cleansed of the grit and grime of his past existence.
He was kissed and stroked.
He was sure this was Heaven.
A kind woman with two small humans approached.
The old one watched and he waited.
The woman looked gently upon him and softly rubbed his head
as she spoke to the Angels.
The small humans lovingly hugged his neck.
He thought Heaven was perfect.
The woman took him "home", where there lived two more small
humans and a kindhearted man.
There were two young ones waiting for him at the door, and
they welcomed him.
He then knew his wait was not in vain.
The old one now rests his weary body upon soft beds.
He has soft grass to cushion his feet as he romps through
the yard with the young ones.
He is loved and loves back without restraint.
His goodness and worth finally recognized, And he watches
and waits no more.