My Forever Home

My Forever Home’s philosophy is very simple. We are and always will be a rescue that believes neutering, microchipping, vaccinations and checking a prospective new owner’s home are all essential to reducing the number of unwanted animals out there. Here one such abandoned creature tells his story in his own words:

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 pest ‘cos I eat off the street.
Every car that comes past, I chase it to see
If it’s my master coming back for me.

Though I approach everyone who comes near
With trust in my eyes and no sign of fear.
They have hate in their voices; a cold, heartless stare.
They threaten to kill me – why don’t they care?
They batter my body with rocks that they throw.
Still I will not leave. He will come, don’t you know?

Overtaken by weakness, my body is numb.
I’m so 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, I’ve 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 about me is 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 decides he does want 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 (and amended in places by Jane)