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It was time. Time for me to be found. I had nowhere left to go.
I had a collar. They got it for me when it was time to move outside. It had to be a strong collar to hold the chain. I belonged to someone, somewhere, sometime. Shouldn’t they be looking for me?
I had a collar. A collar that holds the secrets I cannot reveal. It tells my story.
The floor was hard and cold. It was the best they could do. They showed me kindness. I was inside, my belly fed, no longer rummaging for food. I was safe. I wait. Maybe they will find me?
I have no concept of time (this is something invented by humans). But I wait patiently. Hours and days go by; I grow more weary and defeated. And I wonder what will become of me.
The others bark and wag; hoping they will no longer be held to the secrets of lives past. So many of them. All forgotten, unwanted. I lie still in my sorrow, my once beautiful fur falling out, the brightness in my eyes dimmed. I’m thin. My ears hurt. My skin is infected and I’m so itchy. I had pups not long ago; what has become of them? I’m so tired. And I look so old.. no one will want me..but really I’m only about 3 ..
“A” walks past and stops. “ I asked him to let the dog out.. he told me she was old, etc.…. He opened her cage…” I remind her of one not long ago lost, her soul ever present. She sees who I was and who I can still become. She drops to the ground and cries.
“ The pound owner did not know what to say. If I tried to get up – she would push herself more into me. I hugged her – …
I stood up and she gently jumped and put her paws on me – it was to say – pls don’t leave me here. I could not take her today..I cried all the way home…..but then realized every time I get fed up doing rescue - a dog like her is the reason I do it.”
“A” returns the next day. For me! This is the moment. Ever so gently, she leads me away. Away to a place that is even warmer; where they wash me, and give me medicine. I feel better.
The next day I go to “L’s”, a place where the dogs have no fear. They have beds, couches, and blankets. They are happy. And loved. And although I’ve only just arrived, I am loved too.
My dignity has returned.
I have a new collar.
The photographer, “S” arrives and, like “A”, she feels it too. Fighting back tears, she aches with the memories I evoke. I feel it. “S” is remembering one who waits for her at the bridge. I nudge her and she is submerged in an ocean of moments gone by. She throws the ball and, again and again I retrieve it, jump for it.
I can run. Jump. Play. Love. Be loved. I’m free. I’m so happy.
And now I know I’m special.
I’ve survived. Because I know there is someone out there that has an empty space waiting just for me. Someone I can love. And who will love me back.
The old collar is cracked, caked in dirt, rusted. I have a new one. And the promise of a new life.
If you would like to help save others like Bonnie, please visit Rosie’s website at www.rosieanimaladoption.org to find out how you can help.
The homeless have always held a particular interest for me.. After all, many were just like you and me.. What happened?.. One day I’ll be brave enough to ask, sit down and listen..
This is Ozzy, the dog of a homeless person in Exeter UK. This is her reality. Her home. There is no doubt that she loves her person. Adores him. I am happy to have captured this “moment”.
Isn’t it interesting how it appears the homeless take better care of their dogs than some who are more fortunate?
” .. As long as he has a dog, he has a friend; and the poorer he gets, the better friend he has ” Will Rogers
” .. Tant qu’il possède un chien, il a un ami; et plus il deviendra pauvre, plus fidèle sera son ami. ” Will Rogers
On March 8 2012, another backyard breeder / puppy miller voluntarily surrendered some of their dogs. I guess guilt or the sudden appearance of a conscience made them do it..
These are the lucky few who were freed. More will surely follow.. but..most never will be..
These are the parents of that cute little puppy or dog that you bought at the pet store or on line..
I have no more words for this..(see baby steps blog post)..the photographs speak for themselves..
Huddled together in the back of the crate, too afraid to come out to the welcoming arms that await them.. They have had little positive human contact..
Notice they have all been shaved (by the miller). They were most likely matted and covered in feces.
These pups had their freedom purchased by Rosie Animal Adoption ; they were not surrendered (they were to be sold by the miller, either on line or to a pet store). They are fortunate to have avoided the same lives as their parents..
So much terror in these eyes..an attempt at being comforted by a volunteer..This dog wouldn’t come out of the crate even when it was turned upside down..
Tail and paws stained yellow from having to sit in their own urine. All of their lives..so far..
Again, I have no words. Only sadness.
And these ones were lucky.. they are now loved.. and free..
Please don’t buy a dog or puppy from a pet store or on line. I hope you see why..
These dogs were divided up amongst several rescue organizations who cared for them at great cost.
One of these is Rosie Animal Adoption. Please visit their site and consider making a donation for the continued care of rescued dogs. Thank-You!
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