With Dignity and Justice for All

Mikey - He was thrown out on the streets in the middle of the winter.
 

    As I sit waiting fur my time to come I remember days long past when I was
loved. As I sit waiting fur my time to come I remember days long past when I
was cute. As I sit waiting fur my time to come I remember days long past
when I use to hear I love you. As I sit waiting fur my time to come I long
to be young again but I am surrounded with old flesh and fur that is matted
furom bein neglected because I am young no longer. As I am taken to my death
I remember my thoughts as a young dog that this love and devotion will go on
furever and nothing I will ever do will break this trust my humans and I
have fur each other. Little did I know of a disease called old age. It
effects mostly the owners of us and their body parts like the heart as in
some the heart doesn't look on us like it use to, it effects the hands and
arms as it doesn't extend to pet me like it use to and the eyes because they
don't glance at us like they use to.
    As I am carried away to the death room I wish it wasn't so because I'm not
ready to go. I don't want to go this way. Most of you humans want to die
with dignity, do you think us dogs are any different. Most of you humans
want to die with loved ones around you, do you think us dogs are any
different.
    The needle sinks into my leg and I look at the faces around me and there is
no look of love, not a look of caring, not a look of sadness. I sink into
the sleep of kindness as angels take me to a land where there are those
where care and love abounds. I arrive at the land of light and I see the
book of red and I wonder if I should put the names of those who abandoned me
in my time of need and I don't because I am dog and I am ever forgiving.
As I look back on what went wrong and I think of dog in the past and how we
had freedom and really didn't know the things of the human and didn't know
how it felt to have some one say oh you are so cute or I'll love you
forever. Why did you domesticate us if you were not going to make us part of
your families furever.
    Yes we old dogs know that a lot of it comes down to green papers an we say
you don't have enough money for us but you have the money to smoke those
things, you don't have no money fur us but you do go on vacation. It
would be nice if there was enough money that old dogs over a certain age
could have all money spent on them reinbersed and it could be if EVERYONE
could open up their hearts and their wallets fur something that loves you
very much now. It would be nice if there was foster homes for all of us also because all we want to do is die with dignity with a loving face looking at us saying wait for me because I love you.

Thoughts of a rescue forgotten


(Author - John & The Wild Bunch)