One By One
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 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 through the grey, 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.
This poem was written by Leslie Whalen in honor of her dog, Tray, and all the senior dogs that await a new home and deserve a second chance at happiness. They do not deserve to spend the end of their days languishing in a shelter. Senior dogs walk in the door prepared to be the best they can be, unlike puppies that go through that terrorist stage and ultimately end up in a shelter because of it. Think about opening your heart to an older dog the next time you have room in your home. After all, it’s not the quantity of time we spend with them, it’s the quality of the time we have with them that counts. And never forget, it is only through you that the Randolph County Humane Society continues to save lives, one by one.
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James Delorey, of Nova Scotia, spent two nights lost in the woods with no winter clothing. When rescue teams finally found him unconscious but clinging to life, everyone hoped for a Christmas miracle. But it was not to be. Tragically, he died in the hospital from complications of severe hypothermia.


