|Posted by Tina Brown on June 9, 2011 at 5:29 PM||comments (27)|
There are certain dogs that are never adopted. They become permanent members of Barb's household where they are offered sanctuary until they are called home. This poem is dedicated to Barb, founder, director, and foster mom of the rescue, for being there for these special dogs.
Death Of A Sanctuary Dog
Your time on Earth ended much too soon.
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|Posted by Tina Brown on June 9, 2011 at 8:08 AM||comments (0)|
Some lived in cages, some on the street,
Some were abused and badly beat,
Some were abondoned and all alone.
Whatever the story, they needed a home.
Some were young, playful and fun,
Some were old and unable to run,
Some were shy, afraid to roam.
Whatever the type, they needed a home.
Some were missing teeth, some missing hair,
Some needed special medical care,
Some were cute, some not even grown.
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|Posted by Tina Brown on May 25, 2011 at 7:50 PM||comments (22)|
My first foster dog from a puppy mill was quite a shock. I had never seen dogs behave in this way. Tibbee/Annie was my first puppy mill experience. She touched my heart so deeply that I wanted to keep her, but I knew she needed more love than I could give her with all the dogs I have in my home. This poem is dedicated to Tibbee/Annie and the wonderful woman who adopted her. Thanks Pat for seeing this baby's awesomeness.
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|Posted by Tina Brown on May 25, 2011 at 5:15 PM||comments (13)|
Someone found her limping down the street,
Her tiny body bruised and badly beat.
They brought her to my door yesterday,
And though I had no room, I let her stay.
I drove her to the vet, but I knew,
He'd say there was nothing he could do.
So with pain pills in hand, I began to cry,
As I returned home to watch another die.
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