Poems and other inspirational texts on why we rescue.
Playful, protective, persistent and true
are just a few traits being a “Heeler” – I offer to you.
My size might be short or maybe tall
and ears that stand up, or flop-over and fall.
Colored red or shades of blue with patches to identify or no markings at all.
A tail that is long or docked real short
with a hair-coat that’s soft, or nappy of sorts.
I guess there are more guidelines – on the characteristics for my breed,
but luckily a back-yard breeder – is how I came to be.
So if I had papers – that would list a pedigree,
then the AKC would refer to me, as a true A.C.D.
But I am what I am, and at the end of the day –
being called a “cattle dog” really, is good enough for me!
However- on that note;
Regarding the “cattle dog” in my name,
It’s something I’m proud of and brings no shame.
You see; working livestock has been bred into me
and that’s probably why nipping at your heals – comes so naturally.
So please keep in mind, when you think of taking me home,
I do need lots of room and places to roam!
For some say we’re hyper and wound real tight,
a tad bit aggressive and look to fight.
Honestly, I don’t now why they say such terrible things –
for agony and disappointment is all it brings.
Truth is, while I wonder on God’s green earth –
I feel my duty – is to protect and to serve.
So please give me a chance – to love, work and obey…..
I’ll be your best friend till the end of my days!
Dedicated to all the “Good little doggies that need homes!”
Written by: Molly Huizinga 2/13/2007
(ACD Mom to Jacob a.k.a. Rex)
Adopted November 25, 2006
(Why we do what we do)
I would have died that day if not for you.
I would’ve given up on life if not for your kind eyes.
I would’ve used my teeth in fear if not for your gentle hands.
I would have left this life believing that all humans don’t care.
Believing there is no such thing as fur that isn’t matted,
skin that isn’t flea bitten,
good food and enough of it,
beds to sleep on, and
someone to love me, to show me I deserve love just because I exist.
Your kind eyes, your loving smile, and your gentle hands
Your big heart saved me.
You saved me from the terror of the streets and pound,
Soothing away the memories of my old life.
You have taught me what it means to be loved.
I have seen you do the same for other dogs like me.
I have heard you ask yourself in times of despair “Why do I do it?”
When there is no more money, no more room, no more homes
You open your heart a little bigger, stretch the money a little tighter,
Make just a little more room.to save one more like me.
I tell you with the gratitude and love that shines in my eyes
In the best way I know how
Reminding you why you go on trying.
I am the reason.
The dogs before me are the reason.
As are the ones who will come after.
Our lives would’ve been wasted, our love never given.
We would have died if not for you.
How do you explain the love of a dog?
Is it in their eyes, or the tilt of their head?
Or the gentle paw resting on your leg?
Maybe it is their need for us……but we need them more.
Maybe it is the soft fur on their face.
Or their tolerance of all the kisses we give.
It could be the greeting we get after a hard day at work.
Or is the the joy of watching them run through a meadow… so free.
Could it be the connection we make with them……not all….
but the few who are sent from Heaven to be our Angels?
Maybe it is love the way it should be.
Without conditions, without reasons, without selfishness.
How do you explain the love of a dog?
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been close to someone here on earth, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….
One By One
One by one, they pass my cage,
Too old, too worn, too broken, no way.
Way past her time, she can’t run and play.
Then they shake their heads slowly and go on their way.
A little old lady, 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 grey, 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 grey, and the legs bent with age,
And felt I still had life beyond the 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.