Kerry Letters to God
Author unknown, submitted by June Hulit
How come people love to smell flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one another? Where are their priorities?
When we get to Heaven, can we sit on your couch? Or is it the same old story?
Excuse me, but why are there cars named after the jaguar, the cougar, the mustang, the colt, the stingray, ram, cobra and the rabbit, but not one named for a dog? How often do you see a cougar riding around? We Kerries love a nice ride! I know every breed cannot have its own model, but a "Jeep Kerry" would be nice.
If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he still a bad dog?
When my foster mom's friend comes over to our house, he smells like musk! What's he been rolling around in?
Is it true that in Heaven, dining room tables have on-ramps?
If we come back as humans, is that good or bad?
More meatballs, less spaghetti, please.
When we get to the Pearly Gates, do we have to shake hands to get in?
We dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles, horns, clickers, beepers, scent IDs, electromagnetic energy fields, and Frisbee flight paths. What do humans understand?
Are there dogs on other planets, or are we alone? I have been howling at the moon and stars for a long time, but all I ever hear back is the mutt across the street.
"He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog.
You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion"
Do I Go Home Today?
By Sandi Thompson
Copyright 1991 Sandi Thompson
Submitted by Janet Joers.
My family brought me home cradled in their arms.
They cuddled me and smiled at me and said I was full of charm.
They played with me and laughed with me and showered me with toys.
I sure do love my family, especially the girls and boys.
The children loved to feed me, they gave me special treats.
They even let me sleep with them, all snuggled in the sheets.
I used to go for walks, often several times a day.
They even fought to hold the leash, I'm very proud to say.
These are the things I'll not forget; a cherished memory.
I now live in the shelter, without my family.
They used to laugh and praise me when I played with that old shoe.
But I didn't know the difference between the old ones and the new.
The kids and I would grab a rag, for hours we would tug.
So I thought I did the right thing when I chewed the bedroom rug.
They said that I was out of control, and would have to live outside.
This I did not understand, although I tried and tried.
The walks stopped, one by one; they said they hadn't time.
I wish that I could change things, I wish I knew my crime.
My life became so lonely, in the backyard on a chain.
I barked and barked all day long to keep from going insane.
So they brought me to the shelter but were embarassed to say why.
They said I caused an allergy, and they then each kissed me goodbye.
If I'd only had some classes, as a little pup,
I wouldn't have been so hard to handle when I was all grown up.
"You only have one day left", I heard the worker say.
Does that mean I have a second chance? Do I go home today?
This Rescuers Prayer
by Grace Saalsaa
Thank You for bringing this foster dog into my life.
Had I not made the decision to participate in rescue,
I would never have had the chance to meet him.
If I had sat here comfortably in my home and said
"I already have four dogs and
I know that I couldn't take in another-even on a temporary basis,"
I would never have met this dog.
Yes, it takes time to rescue and foster...
but who gave me Time in the first place?
And why or what was the reason I was given Time?
To fill my own needs?
Or was there another reason ever so small and seemingly insignificant,
like rescuing this one dog, that could make a difference in another's life?
Perhaps to add joy, hope, help and companionship to another who is in need?
With great sadness, I sat down on a footstool in my kitchen this morning
and watched as this foster dog bounced back into the house and
skidded across the floor to sit ever so perfectly in front of me.
He was the picture of health, finally.
He was all smiles for me.... and I smiled back at his happy face.
Deep in his eyes, the storm clouds of illness and generalized poor health had blown away,
and the clear light of his perfection radiated out from his beautiful soul.
He holds no ill will toward man.
He forgives us all.
I thought to myself as I impressed this one last long look of him into my heart,
what a very fine creature You have created.
Tears slowly pooled and spilled over my cheekbones as
the deeper realization of how wonderful this dog is sank into
my internal file cabinet of Needful Things to Remember.
Lord, he's a dog - but he's a better human being than I am.
He has forgiven quickly.
Would I do the same?
He passionately enjoys the simple things in life.
And I have often overlooked them.
He accepts change and gets on with his life.
I fuss and worry about change.
He lives today and loves today.
And I often dwell in the past or worry about the future.
He loves no matter what.
I am not that free.
This very lovely dog has gone to his new home today
and already I miss him.
Thank You for bringing this dog into my life.
And thank You for the beautiful and tender lesson on how to be a better human.