Now I lay me down to rest
I pray my soul can stand this test
Of watching critters lose their homes
While owners gripe and cry and moan
I long for strength of spirit that
They'll find a loving home again
Where they will know a loving heart
I can't do much, but it's a start
And spare me from the owner's pleas
About the baby's allergies
Or how they're moving out of state
Or spitefulness 'tween cat and mate
Please keep me sane while dealing with
The woman who bought as a gift
A wriggling tiny ball of fluff
That now is playing way too rough
Remind me I should bite my lip
When confronted with "he grew too quick"
"I didn't know he'd get so large"
"He seems to think that he's in charge"
Protect my heart when I hear them say
"I think we'll breed our dog one day"
Sometimes I think it'll break in two;
Each day brings trials harsh and new
And if I die before I wake
I pray one hopeless soul you'll take
My tears are gone, my faith is bare
Lord, please hear my rescue prayer.
-- Unknown
Just for fun: February 2008 Archives
To be posted VERY LOW on the refrigerator door (at nose height for pets):
Dear Dogs and Cats,
The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help, because I fall faster than you can run.
I cannot buy anything bigger than a king-sized bed. I am very sorry
about this. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they
sleep; it is not necessary to sleep perpendicular, stretched out to
the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails
straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to
maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.
For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If
by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it
is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get
your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit
through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the
bathroom for years -- canine or feline supervision is not required.
The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's
butt. I cannot stress this enough!
To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on
our front door:
To all non-pet owners who visit and like to complain about our pets:
1. They live here. You don't.
2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. (That's why they call it furniture.)
3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
4. To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter
who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.
Excerpts from a dog's diary:
8:00 a.m. Dog Food! My favorite thing!
9:00 a.m. A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 a.m. A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 a.m. Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 p.m. Lunch!! My Favorite thing
1:00 p.m. Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 p.m. Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 p.m. Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 p.m. Got to play ball!! My favorite thing!
8:00 p.m. Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 p.m. Sleeping in my bed! My favorite thing!
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Excerpts from a cat's diary:
Day 893 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling object. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today, I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary conferment for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies". I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today, I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released -- and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe ... for now.
Check out the Nuremburg Zoo's blog on the progress of its new polar bear cub, Flocke, at nuernberg.de/internet/polarbear. He's adorable!
This horse rides in the car, watches TV, answers the phone and tucks himself in!
Check out the facial expressions....
I am an Animal Rescuer
My work is never done,
My home is never quiet
My wallet is always empty
But my heart is always full
-- Written from the heart by Annette King-Tucker,
Wild Heart Ranch Wildlife Rescue, Claremore, OK
This amazing video shows the bond between a lion and the woman who rescued him 6 years ago. The lion is behind bars, but hugs and kisses the woman every day.
