Old dogs have a lot of tricks left when given the chance!

March 27, 2010

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.


Bid on 1/2 hr reading with Animal Planet Pet Psychic Sonya Fitzpatrick and help the animals of Randolph County.

March 19, 2010

Life is unpredictable sometimes.  At the shelter it is difficult to adopt out older animals.  What we find is most people don’t want to adopt them because they are afraid they will become attached and then they will lose them and be heartbroken.  I understand not wanting to be heartbroken, but I don’t understand when you see an animal that you know at first glance you could fall in love with why you would want to give up the joy out of fear of the pain.  We all know that we will experience that pain some day.  None of us will escape it.  And when I look back I never think about the length of time that I had because no matter how long it is for me it is never long enough.  I recently experienced one of those moments.  Our dog spirit in a cat’s body, Booger, crossed the Rainbow Bridge on March 3.    We live on a farm and have a farm pond, and one of Booger’s favorite pastimes was hunting at the pond.  We had just gotten over a particularly cold spell and the ice had melted, revealing moss that had grown over the winter.  Apparently Booger jumped in after a fish and must have been caught up in the moss and shocked by the freezing cold water, but I found his lifeless body there, in the water.  I never expected to lose him so soon.  He only made it one year, but in that year he lived with so much personality it will be a long time before he’ll be forgotten.   Back when our white Shepherd Wolffie died unexpectedly because his cancer riddled spleen exploded I was in a state of shock because one day he seemed so healthy and the next day he was, well, just gone.  I found that you could have a private reading done by the famous Pet Psychic Sonya Fitzpatrick of the Animal Planet, so I made arrangements for my ½ hour phone conversation to discuss Wolffie and his sudden death.  I was impressed with everything she had to say and I walked away from the conversation with great comfort, something completely out of my reach before I spoke to her.  I purchased a ½ hour reading with the Animal Planet psychic Sonya Fitzpatrick that I donated to the silent auction for the St. Patty’s for Pets fundraiser for the Randolph County Humane Society last weekend, and while at the auction I put in a bid on it and was the ultimate high bidder.  At the time I put my bid in my thought was I would use the reading for myself but I’ve had other thought since.  I’ve taken a page from the Heidi Snyder play book.  Heidi is the Randolph County Humane Society President.  She is also the Shelter Manager.  She has been suffering through chemo treatments for leukemia that have to keep increasing in intensity over two years because she won’t stop her 90 MPH non-stop care of the animals that have no one.  Heidi has a dream of earning $15,000 for the shelter to build a clean room to offer low/no cost spays and neuter for the people of Southern Illinois.  I know Heidi will make her goal because she makes every goal she sets.  But I’ve learned recently with Booger that we don’t all have as long as we’d like to, and I want to do everything I can for Heidi to be here to enjoy the fruits of her labors rather than attending the opening of the Heidi Snyder Memorial Spay/Neuter Center.  I put the gift certificate for the ½ hour reading with the world famous Animal Planet Pet Psychic Sonya Fitzpatrick on eBay:

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and I hope you will all join in bidding on it and telling all your friends about it and help me in making as much money as we can to make the dream of the clean room a reality while we have the time to build it under Heidi’s watch.  It’s a win-win for everyone involved.  As I know, we don’t have all the time in the world to wait, and we don’t know what will happen tomorrow.  We only have today to make our dreams happen, so help us make this dream a reality.  100% of the proceeds of this auction go directly to the Humane Society, and any money spent is a tax deduction as we are a 501(c)3 charity.  And never forget, it is only through you that we continue to save lives, one by one.


Every animal waiting at the shelter is someone’s Chance

March 12, 2010

Chance riding in the hearse.

While the people of the United States remained blissfully unaware, during the Christmas season there was a story of such sad proportions taking place in Canada that I’m stunned that our news media ignored it.  The world became fixated on balloon boy while the story of James Delorey of Nova Scotia and his dog Chance didn’t even become a footnote.  I am grateful to have an opportunity to change that today, and because of the kindness of the CBC, Canadian Press and the Cape Breton Press giving their permission to use their story and photos I am able to share this story with you:

Hundreds of people, and one faithful dog, gathered yesterday for the funeral of a 7-year-old Nova Scotia boy who died after wandering from his home just before a huge snowstorm.

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.

But it seems James, who was autistic and could not speak, did not endure the torment of his last days by himself.   His faithful dog, Chance, stayed by his side.   The dog did not leave him for two days.

“Chance returned to the family home two days later, sparking renewed hope in the search for James.   As one team of searchers followed Chance’s tracks back into the woods, another team worked from the opposite direction, and they found James.

He was huddled in the fetal position in an area of thick brush and snow about a kilometre from his home.   Unconscious and suffering from severe hypothermia, he was airlifted to the hospital where he died early the next day.

There was an imprint in the snow next to where James was found, where Chance had apparently huddled with the boy to keep him warm.” reports the CBC.

Yesterday Chance rode in the passenger seat of James’ hearse, and walked into the packed church behind his boy’s casket. The little boy will be deeply missed by many people – and by one faithful canine friend.

Chance escorting the casket

I have said many, many times in Tail Talk that our animals can bring us comfort through our most difficult times.  Thank God James had Chance during his final hours to bring him warmth, comfort, and love, and when he could do no more for James and returned home it was his footprints in the snow that brought the rescuers to his side.   You can ask no more from man’s best friend.  Every animal we have at the Randolph County Humane Society is someone’s Chance.  And never forget, it is only through you that we continue to save lives, one by one.


The Rescuer’s Final Reward

March 6, 2010

The Rescuer’s Final Reward – Author Unknown

Unlike most days at the Rainbow Bridge, this day dawned cold and gray. All the recent arrivals at the Bridge did not know what to think, as they had never seen such a day. But the animals that had been waiting longer for their beloved people to accompany them across the Bridge knew what was happening, and they began to gather at the pathway leading to the Bridge.

Soon an elderly dog came into view, head hung low and tail dragging. He approached slowly, and though he showed no sign of injury or illness, he was in great emotional pain. Unlike the animals gathered along the pathway, he had not been restored to youth and vigor upon arriving at the Bridge. He felt out of place, and wanted only to cross over and find happiness.

But as he approached the Bridge, his way was barred by an angel, who apologized and explained that the tired and broken-spirited old dog could not cross over. Only those animals accompanied by their people were allowed to cross the Bridge. Having nobody, and with nowhere else to turn, the dog trudged into the field in front of the Bridge. There he found others like himself, elderly or infirm, sad and discouraged. Unlike the other animals waiting to cross the Bridge, these animals were not running or playing. They simply were lying in the grass, staring forlornly at the pathway across the Rainbow Bridge. The old dog took his place among them, watching the pathway and waiting, yet not knowing for what he was waiting.

One of the newer dogs at the Bridge asked a cat who had been there
longer to explain what was happening. The cat replied, “Those poor animals were abandoned, turned away, or left at rescue places, but never found a home on earth. They all passed on with only the love of a rescuer to comfort them. Because they had n o people to love them, they have nobody to escort them across the Rainbow Bridge.”

The dog asked the cat, “So what will happen to those animals?”

Before the cat could answer, the clouds began to part and the cold turned to bright sunshine. The cat replied, “Watch, and you will see.” In the distance was a single person, and as he approached the Bridge the old, infirm and sad animals in the field were bathed in a golden light. They were at once made young and healthy, and stood to see what their fate would be. The animals that had previously gathered at the pathway bowed their heads as the person approached. At each bowed head, the person offered a scratch or hug.

One by one, the now youthful and healthy animals from the field fell
into line behind the person. Together, they walked across the Rainbow Bridge to a future of happiness and unquestioned love. The dog asked the cat, “What just happened?” The cat responded, “That was a rescuer. The animals gathered along the pathway bowing in respect were those who had found their forever homes because of rescuers. They will cross over when their people arrive at the Bridge. The arrival here of a rescuer is a great and solemn event, and as a tribute they are permitted to perform one final act of rescue. They are allowed to escort all those poor animals they couldn’t place on earth across the Rainbow Bridge.”

The dog thought for a moment, and then said, “I like rescuers.” The cat smiled and replied, “So does Heaven, my friend. So does Heaven.”

Don’t forget, March 13th is the annual St. Patty’s for Pets silent auction, dinner and dance at the VFW in Sparta with something for all.  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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