Papillon 911 Rescue and Adoption, Inc.
Marietta, GA 30067-7150 Haven4Paps@aol.com
Dedicated to all those that Rescue
One by one, they file past my cage
Too old, too worn, too broken, no way
Way past his time, he can't run and play
Then they shake their heads slowly and go on their way
A little old man, arthritic and sore
It seems I am not wanted anymore
I once had a home, I once had a bed
A place that was warm, and where I was fed
Now my muzzle is grey, and my eyes slowly fail
Who wants a dog so old and so frail?
My family decided I didn't belong
I got in their way; my attitude was wrong
Whatever excuse they made in their head
Can't justify how they left me for dead
Now I sit in this cage, where day after day
The younger dogs all get adopted away
When I had almost come to the end of my rope
You saw my face, and I finally had hope
You saw through the grey and the legs bent with age
And felt that I still had life beyond this cage
You took me home, gave me food and a bed
And shared your own pillow with my poor tired head
We snuggle and play and you talk to me low
You love me so dearly, you want me to know
I may have lived most of my life with another
But you outshine them with a love so much stronger
And I promise to return all the love I can give
To you, my dear person, as long as I live
I may be with you for a week or for years
We will share many smiles, you will no doubt shed tears
And when the time comes that God deems I must leave
I know you will cry and your heart it will grieve
And when I arrive at the Bridge all brand new
My thoughts and my heart will still be with you
And I will brag to all that will hear
Of the person who made my last days
oh, so dear
For Foster Homes Everywhere
My dark round eyes look up at you, who reads the words created by the
I lay beside my mistress, on tile where it is cool, and I will wait
for however long she wishes to stay down here, and tap tap on her
Sometimes when I listen to her familiar sounds, a memory-wind brings
to me sadness, of days when I was not permitted amongst those who
walk on twos.
Of days when drink and food were the only interactions we had.
Of times when my litter after litter were given off to unfamiliar
humans, never to be seen again.
On cold and rainy days, of snowy frosty days, of days so hot my coat
felt like a prison out in the sun.
All those memories surface when that memory-breeze slides in... and
that is why I look up at you.
Had it not been for you, with the kindness of your bottomless heart,
in your arms that held me when I came, matted and feces infected, in
your house amongst your own litter, I would not be here today,
laying at my mistress' feet, listening to those sacred familiar
sounds in a home that I know is mine, away from elements of wind and
I am adopted.
Had it not been for you, my foster home, I would not have known how
to act inside, nor trusted this good woman's touch,
nor trusted the attention I receive consistently and tenderly.
I think of you when that memory-breeze comes by, for now you are
associated with it, as my bridge from there to here.
You sacrificed your own heart to allow me to find love amongst your
I will forever be grateful for this.
When I was out alone in the cold and wet, the world was such an ugly
place to belong. I never thought of wanting to be anywhere else but
there, for I did not know there was anywhere else except there.
You proved me wrong.
I still remember your smells and the movements of your day. It was
your touch that awakened me. You thought you were just removing mats
from me. All the while you were taking away the smallness of my
Do you think of me at times, as I do you? I could smell the many
dogs that have been in your dwelling. For me, you were my only
bridge. For you, there were many that came to you and left again.
Were there so many that I am not one to be remembered?
My eyes flit back and forth as I think of this, and my mistress
instinctively drops her hand from her tap tap of her laptop and
softly strokes me. It is her touch that assures me that you do
You chose her for me. If you loved me enough to give her to me, then
I know you remember me. Thank you.
::::a soft sigh::::
My mistress looks down at me and smiles. She tells me we will be
There is a dog who will come to stay with us a short while,
until he gets to go to his forever home.
My mistress cups my muzzle in her hands and reminds me we must give
what we are given.
I know my mistress' heart. It will break her heart every time a dog
My tail thumps. Surely she needs me to get through this. It is what
I am here for.
To love her when she needs to be loved. I rise and lay my head upon
I remember your eyes and realize the new dog will always remember my
It is wonderful to have an adopted home but our foster homes are
just as important, even if we are only there for just a short while.
My mistress turns to tap tap again, and I lay my head back upon the
tile. I settle into the wondrous familiarity of my home
and begin to count the breaths until our foster dog arrives...