|Posted by Tina Brown on June 9, 2011 at 5:29 PM|
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.
Heaven took you from me this afternoon.
I sat outside in the rain and cried all day,
Letting the water wash my tears away.
Remembering the day you first came to me,
The fear in your eyes of what might be.
You cringed in utter fear of my touch,
Not knowing I already loved you so much.
Not knowing now you'd be warm at night,
Food would be yours without a fight,
That hands would be tender and kind,
Your lonely days now left behind.
You were so thin your ribs showed through,
The teeth you had were so few,
Your eyes were glazed and nearly blind,
It was evident someone treated you unkind.
Your body was crippled, twisted in pain,
I knew right away, at my house you'd remain.
I didn't want people calling you ugly,
When you seemed so beautiful to me.
I protected and loved you until the end,
I held you close, my tiny friend.
You truly believed you were a beauty,
Never knowing I was the only one to see.
The rain came down and I cried for you,
Knowing your years of happiness were few.
In the end you stared at me so adoringly,
Knowing I had loved you emphatically.
Sleep now, my sweet, and dream of me,
Holding you, loving you, until you see,
You need not fear the Promised Land,
And the special touch of God's hand.