This is Sandi a Malamute that we rescued from a Kill Shelter with the intent to Foster until we found her a home....
as time went on, and no suitable adopters for her came along, eleven months later we decided we should & would keep Sandi....
This is Sandi, we found
Sandi on Petfinder.com - she had been in a nearby "kill shelter" and we brought
her home to save her life just hours before she would have been "put to
sleep". Sandi is a happy, wonderful, sweet & gentle creature. Her
desire to be the Alpha dog here has somewhat lessened and things are a bit less tense now
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She is approximately 10 years old and approx. Now approx. 95 pounds, with lots of love to
give. She is a constant companion. Sandi loves attention and affection. Sandi is
the type of dog that likes to stay right by your side & follow you every
where, and will want to go in the house when you do and not stay outside
alone. Sandi seems to have had obedience classes, because she is VERY
obedient! She loves all people and is good with children. She walks nicely on a
leash...just a wonderful & sweet and especially LOYAL malamute.
The only thing we know about Sandi is that her owner became ill and had to surrender her and her brother to the shelter. Her brother was adopted the day before we took Sandi. We were very happy about that...because his time was also up at the shelter.
If you have the opportunity to save a dog from a shelter do it! Shelter dogs know when you have saved their life, and will give you years of love and loyalty. Sandi has been a constant companion since we rescued her almost three years ago.
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The Meaning of Pet Rescue
Once I was a
lonely dog. Just looking for a home,
I had no place to go, No one to call my own.
I wandered up and down the streets, In rain in heat and snow.
I ate what ever I could find, I was always on the go.
My skin
would itch; my feet were sore, My body ached with pain.
And no one stopped to give a pat, Or to gently say my name.
I never saw a loving glance, I was always on the run.
For people thought that hurting me, Was really lots of fun.
Then one day
I heard a voice, So gentle, kind and sweet,
And arms so soft reached down to me, And took me off my feet.
"No one
again will hurt you" Was whispered in my ear.
"You'll have a home to call your own where you will know no
fear."
"You will be dry, you will be warm, you'll have enough to eat
And rest assured that when you sleep, Your dreams will all be
sweet."
I was afraid
I must admit, I've lived so long in fear.
I can't remember when I let A human come so near.
And as she tended to my wounds And bathed and brushed my fur
She told me 'bout the rescue group And what it meant to her.
She said, we
are a circle, A line that never ends.
And in the center there is you Protected by new friends."
"And all around you are the ones that check the pounds,
And those that share their home After you've been found."
"And all the
other folk are searching near and far.
To find the perfect home for you, Where you can be a star."
She said, "there is a family, That's waiting patiently,
And pretty soon we'll find them, Just you wait and see."
"And then
they'll join our circle they'll help to make it grow,
so there'll be room for more like you, who have no place to go."
I waited very patiently, The days they came and went.
Today's the day I thought, My family will be sent.
Then just
when I began to think It wasn't meant to be,
There were people standing there Just gazing down at me.
I knew them in a heartbeat, I could tell they felt it too.
They said, "We have been waiting For a special dog like you."
Now every
night I say a prayer To the God that be.
"Thank you for the life I live and all you've given me.
But most of
all protect the dogs In the pound and on the street.
And send a Rescue Person To lift them off their feet.
- Unknown
From A Dog's Perspective Please Rescue Me ![]() Rescue me not only with your
hands but with your heart as well. I will respond to you. |
A Dumped Dog's Prayer
Don't close the door!
Don't push me away. Why are you leaving? Don't make me stay.
Slow down the car, I can't keep up. This pavement is hot and my pads are cut.
I've got to quit running or my heart will pop. Every muscle is aching. Why don't you stop?
I'm so hungry and thirsty. Darkness is near. But I shouldn't leave, he will come for me
here.
Several weeks have passed, I am dead on my feet. They call me a nuisance because I eat off
the streets.
Every car that passes, I chase it to see if it's my master coming for me.
Though I approach those that come near with trust in my eyes and no sign of fear.
With hate in their voices and a cold, heartless stare, they threaten to kill me - they
don't even care.
Batter my body with rocks that they throw, I will not leave, he will come, don't you know?
Overtaken with weakness, my body is numb. I'm sick and so lonely. Oh please, let him come!
I will go back where he first threw me out. I'll wait for him there, he will come, no
doubt.
My thoughts are fading. My chest feels like lead. I'm sleepy, so sleepy - I can't lift my
head.
It's so quiet, so peaceful -- all remains still. There is my master at my home on the
hill.
Yes, I can see him, he's calling my name. His voice is so gentle, his hands are the same.
He decided he wants me. Things will be fine. I really do love him, that master of mine.
My tail wags with pleasure. I can't catch my breath. He came in my dreams, but so did my DEATH!!
Author Unknown
A Dum
Baggage
Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed,
All nicely tucked in my warm new bed.
I'd like to open my baggage lest I forget
There is so much to carry - So much to regret.
Hmm . . . Yes there it is, right on the
top.
Let's unpack Loneliness, Heartache and Loss;
And there by my leash hides Fear and Shame.
As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave
I still have to unpack my baggage called
Pain. I loved them, the others, the ones who left
me,
But I wasn't good enough - for they didn't want me.
Will you add to my baggage?
Will you help me unpack?
Or will you just look at my things - And take me right back?
Do you have the time to help me unpack?
To put away my baggage, to never repack?
I pray that you do - I'm so tired you see,
But I do come with baggage Will YOU still want ME?
Evelyn Colbath
"Baggage" © 1995 Evelyn Colbath. All rights reserved.
From A Dog's Perspective
Some folks
owned my mother; decided to breed
No reason I know of except for their greed.
I know I was hungry, I know I was cold And they sold me quite early, at just five weeks old.
Owner number one seemed friendly at first, And life was quite good, until my bubble burst.
They started to argue; their marriage split up, And in went the ad, for sale 4 month pup.
Some more folks arrived, the next ones in line. They treated me kindly, and life was just fine.
But the master dropped dead, and she couldn't cope, So they sold me again as I began to lose hope.
I now had a new home up in the sky. We went up the lift, fourteen floors high.
The new folks were kind, but they left me all day. I was busting to pee, and had no where to play.
It was boredom, I think, when I chewed up that chair. They agreed I should go, but it just wasn't fair.
The next home was good, and I thought this was it. They started to show, and I won, well, a bit.
Then somebody told them that I had "no bone," And in went the ad, for sale to good home.
The next lot were dreadful. They wanted a guard, But I didn't know that, although I tried hard.
One night they got burglarized and I didn't bark, Tied up in that shed, alone in the dark.
For four months I lay in that cold dark shed With only an old paper sack for a bed.
A small dish of water all slimy and green, The state I was in, well, it had to be seen.
I longed for some help, for an end to the pain, Then some new people came, and I went off again.
So now I'm with rescue, and this home is good! There are walks in the country and lots of good food.
There are kisses and cuddles to greet me each day, And I dread the time that they send me away.
But for now
here I stand, skin and bone, on all fours.
PLEASE!!! Don't let this happen to any of yours.
Author Unknown
Dear God, please send me somebody
who'll care!
I'm tired of running, I'm sick with despair.
My body is aching, it's so racked with pain
And dear God, I pray, as I run in the rain.
That someone will love me, and
give me a home
A warm cozy bed and a big juicy bone.
My last owner tied me all day in the yard,
Sometimes with no water, and God, that was hard!
So I chewed my leash God and I ran
away,
To rummage in garbage and live as a stray.
But now, God, I'm tired, and hungry, and cold
And I'm so afraid that I'll never grow old.
They've chased me with sticks, hit
me with stones,
While I run the streets, just looking for bones!
I'm not really bad, God, please help if you can,
For I have become just a "victim of man!"
I'm wormy, dear God, and I'm
ridden with fleas,
and all that I want is an owner to please!
If you find one for me, God, I'll try to be good,
I won't chew their shoes, and I'll do as I should.
I will love them, protect them,
and try to obey,
When they tell me to sit, to lie down, or to stay!
I don't think I'll make it too long on my own
Cause I'm getting so weak, and I'm Oh, so alone.
Bev Davenport, Afghan Hound Rescue © 1986 Bev Davenport.
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