Golden Rescue: Poems, Stories, and Contemplation
IT WAS MEANT TO BE
Chris Cornwall, All Rights Reserved
|How do you know
If it was meant be?
Did you pick him
Or did he pick me?
You're just doing your job
Trying to match them well
Of just what they're like
Their story to tell
In safety's deep sleep
You're not even thinking
If they're the one you'll keep
Does he listen real close
When you whisper his name?
And everyday chores?
Is it all just a game?
Is it a glancing look
Or a steely-eyed gaze?
Of that squirrel in the tree
That will taunt him most days?
The wag of a tail
The nudge of a ball
Who would have known
How hard you would fall?
Its a perfect fit
Something hard to do
But you don't have a choice
When they're picking you.
So now you've done it
The dog you've given me
I cannot say no to
It was just meant to be.
"This is the last poem I penned when I decided to
keep Rowdy's successor, Josh (the Blonde Bomber)."
I AM YOURS
Chris Cornwall, All Rights Reserved
|YOU are my sun,
and I am your student,
I am yours.
I crave your attention,
You are my G-d,
and I am yours.
I crave the warmth you crave,
the cool you seek,
the security you need.
Your needs are mine.
Make me yours,
and I will make you mine.
Your family is mine.
You are my pack,
The sound of your voice
is music to my ears.
The touch of your presence
reassures my soul.
Being with you
is why I am here.
I am here for you.
It is why I am.
I am yours.
Make me yours.
I want it.
I need it.
What is good for you
is life for me.
I am yours.
Love is the Golden's Light
Copyright 2004 Kathy Anne Harris, All Rights
Many came to look us over when we were wee golden puffs of fluff
And of their smiles and laughter, well I simply could not get enough
Though Id miss my siblings and mom, you could have all of the rest
Because being with humans, for me, was just beyond doubt the best
To be in their company, I knew, I would leave all else behind
For thoughts of being with them were always filling my mind
When a young girl and her parents said they had decided on me
There was a smile on my face, and I was bursting with glee
My moms human kin said, Youll love him, hes as sweet as can
As my new dad lifted me up, he then said, I certainly hope so. Well see.
Here, take his toy, she added, and smiled. From it he does not stray
He sighed, as he tucked it under his arm, then carried me out to their car
When they got home they put me in the backyard with a grizzled little guy
He seemed all bones and fur, and studied me through white-clouded eyes
I stood waiting for him to walk over and check me out, but he was too spent
Too weak to lean forward and give me a sniff; he dropped to the stained cement
The next morning the man came out and gave us each a bowl of dry food
I was hungry; it had been a day since Id eaten and it sure looked good
But later, as I sat the under the hot, hot sun, I felt bad, then quickly got sick
Afterward, I looked for some water and found only a dripping faucet to lick
I suddenly felt lonely as I looked around ... the older dog had fallen asleep
But, in the gravel, oh what a find. My toy! A treasure that was mine to keep
With toy in my mouth, I returned to the dog, he was trembling as he slept
I dropped down beside him, snuggled close, and whimpering softly, I wept
The girl often came out and spent time with us, she loved to bring us treats
But the first thing shed do is give us each a bowl of fresh, cool water to drink
Those bright days for my dog companion and me, kept us from feeling alone
When we shared those special hours with her, it was then I felt I was home
Shed lovingly hug the small dog tenderly to her, whisper softly in his ear
Then she would turn to me and wed lose ourselves in happy, happy play
These were the best of days for me, it felt so good just having her near
It seemed all too soon our fun would endshe was never allowed long to stay
Each time before shed leave, she would caress her scraggly-furred friend
Then shed hold my head in her hands, saying, I, too, wish it wouldnt
As she gave me my toy she would kiss me, whispering, Dont be sad!
You two are my family and I love you. Youre the best friends Ive ever
As the summer weeks went by and warm days made way for the cold
I noticed the little dog had grown thinner. And I saw him quickly grow old
One night he couldnt stop shivering. So I laid next to him to keep him warm
As he leaned into me and sighed his thanks I could tell he was very ill
When morning broke cold and frosty the dog at my side lay so terribly still
He had gone on to Rainbow Bridge and he played now in cool tall grass
I knew he was warm, free, and happy. I licked him once to bid him good-bye
Then the man came out, wrapped him in a bag, and carried him to the trash
I tried to follow. What he did, it seemed so wrong. Then, I heard the girl cry!
Oh, no! I pressed up against the glass. Somebody, please let me in!
I pawed at the sliding door, then I whined and gave a couple good barks
But the man hurried over; pulled shut the blinds and I was forgotten, again
I walked back to the fence, looked across the way, thru the slats at a grassy green
I gazed longingly at the people there with their dogs, and watched them til long
The next night the man led me through the gate; out front where Id never been
Confused and frightened, where nothing was familiar, I ran back to retrieve my toy
It was there, by the door. I was so happy, I wagged my tail, picked it up, and grinned
Warily, I returned to the man. He then kicked me while hissing, Get outta here,
I slowly looked around me, I didnt know what to do and I had no where to go
but there in the park, above a stone bench and patch of grass, one bright light shone
I heard the gate close behind me, I looked right and left, then strode across the street
I curled up under the bench thinking of the old dog and the girl, and finally fell asleep
Deep into the rough winter, from country roads to busy towns I did roam
Looking for someone who would take me in, for a place that I could call home
Then came spring and I grew so tired, I became sick and lost track of time
I collapsed in a field of dried grass and dust with no person or place to call mine
Then, through the haze of my fevered dreams, I saw her standing at my side
She was murmuring as she bent down and reached out to cradle my head
You poor babe! How long have you lain here? Come on, were going for a
I wagged my tail, kissed her hand, tried to get up, but fell into darkness instead
When I awoke I was on a table, in an examining room, at the office of a vet
The doctor took some blood for tests, checked my heart, my eyes, and my ears
Hes so thin and dehydrated. Where will he be going? Have you decided
Yes, Ill foster him at home with me. She hugged me and I felt the wet of
I was at the vets for a very long time, receiving treatments that would make me well
I had surgery, shots, and pills to take and I cant say I liked all of what they had
When my foster mom would visit, shed say with a smile, Youre getting
better, I can tell.
On a cool autumn morn she took me to her home, a place, amid hills lit gold by the sun
Wagging my tail I carried it gently then laid in the palm of her hand, my toy
A gift from my heart and all that Id had to keep me company and give me joy
I wanted her to know that now I would wait with her to find my forever home
It was my way to thank her, for I had no plans or desires at all now to roam
Mine is not the happiest of tales, but it certainly is not the worst
We are a goldmine, if those of you searching would just see our worth
When you look at me now youll see a smile, and a question in my eyes
Have you a place in your heart and your home for this faded Golden boy?
If you spend some time with me, it shouldnt take you too long to realize
The dog standing therewith his faded, dirty, and beloved old toy...
is so willing for you to take him home, to give him a fresh new start
And given time he is the Golden whose love will capture your heart!
The Rescuer's Creed
|I promise I will take your unwanted animals.
I will heal their wounds, their diseases, their broken
I will give them the medical attention they need and
I will nurture their starvation, and give them a warm
place to sleep.
I will spay and neuter them, vaccinate them against the
disease that can harm them.
I will treat them and honor them.
I will buy them toys, blankets, balls, and teach them to
I will speak softly to them. I will try to teach them not
to fear, not to cry, and not to hate.
I will whisper sweet, kind, gentle words into their ears,
while gently trying to stroke their fear, their pain, and their scars away.
I will face their emotional scars and give them time to
I will socialize them, potty train them, teach them to be
obedient, show them dignity, and hold their paws, and stroke their ears if they have
endured too much and walk them over the Rainbow Bridge, but most of all
I will teach them Love.
Special Addendum to The
By Nancy E. Holmes, Affenpinscher Friends Foundation, Inc.
I will do my very best not to hate the
animals breeders or previous owners and to understand that people sometimes act
in ways I cannot comprehend for reasons that are deeply personal and seldom fully
I will empathize with family situations that force a parting with a beloved but
four-footed family member.
I will be true to the trust they place in me to care for their pets properly when they
I will try to see that in many cases the people need as much compassion as the helpless
animals that have been in their care.
And if I am unable to do that at the very least I will not take my frustrations and angers
out on people whos lives I only touch when they are parting with their animal. For
the humans I come in contact with need my pledge as much as the animals that come
into my care.
10-Karat Reasons To Adopt a
By Anna Sonser,
Canadian Golden Retriever Adoption Service
|Goldens dont get older, they get
better. If youre considering adopting, look at the pleasures of companions who
wear their 9, 10 or even 12 years lightly & have lots of love left to give.
||Call them Mellow
Yellowa Golden Oldie is less demanding than a younger pup. You enjoy quiet walks
they enjoy quiet walks. You like to read by the firetheyre more than
happy to keep you company.
||They sleep in!
your slippers forever. Chewing is a thing of the past.
||They wont run
circles around you. Their energy levels complement yours.
||Mellow Yellows love
to cuddlebut without all that squirming.
||Share in their
quiet smarts and years of experience. They have lots to teach us and we have lots to learn
||Golden Oldies know
their manners. No puddles to mop. No jumping up.
||Like a lot of older
people you may know, mature Goldens have lots of vitality and zest for life that
theyre willing to share. Theyll go to the cottage. Hop in that boat. Join in
the picnictheyre ready to go and without a lot of fuss!
||This is not a
fourteen year commitment.
||The best is yet to
comewhether you enjoy each other for one year or five a mature Golden will
thank you over and over again for coming to the rescue in their Golden years.
I Want To Quit!
By Joan C. Fremo, May 16, 2001
I want to quit! My health is bad. There are
days I feel so terrible that I can barely move. My phone bills are outrageous, and I could
have replaced my van with the funds I have spent these last 3 yearson animals that
were not my own.
I want to quit! I spend hours and hours emailing about dogs. There may be 500 messages
when I startand at 4 AM, when I finally shut down the computer, there are still 500
emails to be read.
I want to quit! Gosh, I havent the time left to email my friends. I cant
remember the last book I read, and I gave up my subscription to my local newspaperI
used to enjoy reading it, cover to cover, but now it often ends up in the bottom of the
I want to quit! Ive spent days emailing what seems like everyonetrying to find
a foster home, help for a dog languishing in a shelterbut his time has run out, and
the shelter has had to euthanize to make room for the next sad soul.
I want to quit! I swear, I walk away from my computer to stretch my legslet the dogs
outand come back to find another dog in desperate need. There are times I really
dread checking my email. How will I find the funds, the help, to save yet another dog?
I want to quit! I save one dog, and two more take its place. Now an owner who doesnt
want his dogit wont stay in his unfenced yard. An intact male wanders... This
bitch got pregnant by a stray... This 3-month-old pup killed baby chicks... The dog got
too big... This persons moving and needs to give up his pet. I ask you,
friendswhat town, what city, what state doesnt allow you to own a pet?
I want to quit! I just received another picture, another sad soul with tormented eyes that
peer out of a malnourished body. I hear whimpering in my sleep, have nightmares for
I want to quit! Many of the Breed People dont seem to want to hear about
these dogs. Breeders either dont realize, or just dont care, how many dogs of
their breed are dying in shelters.
I want to quit! I just got off the phone. Are you Pyr Rescue? We want to adopt a
male to breed to our female. How many times do I have to explain? I have tried to
explain about genetics, about health and pedigrees. I explain that rescue NEUTERS! I
usually end up sobbing, as I explain about the vast numbers of animals dying in shelters
across the country, as I describe the condition many of these animals are found in. I
wonder if they really heard me...
I want to quit! It is not like I dont have enough rescues of my own to worry
aboutbut others have placed dogs improperly and arent there to advise the new
I want to quit! There ARE some unscrupulous rescues out therehoarders, collectors,
and folks who will short change the care of the animals to make a dollar. The save them
all, regardless of temperament, putting fellow rescuers and adopters at risk but not
I want to quit! I have trusted the wrong people had faith and heart broken...
I want to quit! AND THEN... My dog, Magnus, lays his head in my lap, he comforts me with
his gentle presenceand the thought of his cousins suffering stirs my heart.
I want to quit! AND THEN... One of those 500 emails is from an adopter. They are thanking
me for the most wonderful dog on earththey cannot imagine life with out their
friendtheir life is changed, and they are so grateful.
I want to quit! AND THEN... One of my adopted Rescues has visited a nursing home. A
patient that has spent the last few years unable to communicate, not connectingLifts
his hand to pat the huge head in his lap, softly speaks his first words in ages to
this gentle furchild.
I want to quit! AND THEN... A Good Samaritan has found and vetted a lost baby, I
cant keep him, but Ill take care of him until you find his forever home.
I want to quit! AND THEN... Jamie took his first steps holding on to our Pyr.
Joan, you should see this dog nursing this hurt kitten! I was so sick,
Joan, and he never left my side...
I want to quit! AND THEN... I get an email from a fellow rescuer, Havent heard
from you in a whileyou OK? You know I think of you...
I want to quit! AND THEN... A dozen rescuers step up to help, to transport, to pull, and
to offer encouragement. I have friends I have never seen, but we share tears, joys, and
everything in between. I am not alone. I am blest with family of the heart, my fellow
Rescuers. Just days ago it was a friend who shared her wit and wisdom, whose late night
email lifted my heart. Sometimes it is friends who only have time to forward you a smile.
Often, it is my friends who forward me the notices of dogs in need.
There are Rescuers who see a failing transport and do everything they can to find folks to
pull it together for you. Rescuers wholl overnight or foster your Dog while you seek
transport. There are Rescuers not used to or comfortable with your breed, but who put
aside their discomfort to help. There are Rescuers whose words play the music of our
Foster homes that love your Rescue, and help to make them whole againbody and
spirit. Foster homes that fit your baby in, though it may not be their breed.
Rescuers whose talents and determination give us tools to help us. Rescuers we call on for
help in a thousand ways, who answer us, who hear our pleas.
Rescuers who are our family, our strength, our comrades in battle.
I know I cannot save every Pyr in need. I know my efforts are a mere drop in a sea. I know
that if I take on just one morethose I have will suffer. I want to quit! But I
wont. When I feel overwhelmed, Ill stroke my Magnuss head while reading
my fellow Rescuers emails. Ill cry with them, Ill laugh with themand
they will help me find the strength to go on.
I want to quit! But not today. Theres another email, another dog needing Rescue.
A Senior Rescue
By David Oslund
|He is twelve years old, and full of joy, A
rubber duck, his favorite toy
His fur is wavy, his tail is plume, His
happiness and love fill the room
He flops on his back to say hello, Crying
and whining, it's quite a show
His vision is gone, his old bones do ache,
He won't go swimming, but loves the lake
He has big, floppy ears and his face is
white, If ever challenged, he will stay and fight
He rides in the truck to his favorite park,
His arrival announced by a wag and a bark
His very own pet is Muffin the Cat, She's
small and gray, and somewhat fat
They cuddle together and sometimes doze, He
nudges her gently & gets bopped on the nose
On his walks he will carry his leash in his
jaws, His head held high, he ignores all his flaws
For play and walks he is already ready, With
leash in his mouth, his stride is steady
On trails and paths, all bathed in sun,
Lollygaging and sniffing is always great fun
As time goes on, his needs are few, Some
kibble, a cookie, his mother's shoe
Our hearts are bursting & our eyes are
damp, We've been blessed to have our beloved Champ!
Different Day at Rainbow Bridge
|Unlike most of the sun filled days at the Rainbow Bridge,
this particular day dawned cold and gray, damp as a swamp and as dismal as any day could
be imagined. All of the recent arrivals had no idea what to think, as they had never ever
experienced a day like this before. But, the animals who had been waiting for their
beloved people, knew exactly what was going on and started to gather at the pathway
leading to The Bridge to watch.
It wasnt long before an elderly animal came into view, his head hung low, so very
low, and his tail dragging. The other animals, the ones who had been there for a while,
knew what his story was right away, for they had seen this happen far, far, too often. He
approached slowly, very slowly, and was obviously in great emotional pain, but with no
sign of injury or illness.
Unlike all of the other animals waiting at The Bridge, this animal had not been restored
to youth and made healthy and vigorous again. As he walked toward The Bridge, he watched
all of the other animals watching him. He knew he was out of place here and the sooner he
could cross over, the happier he would be. But, alas, it was not to be. As he approached
The Bridge, his way was barred by the appearance of an Angel who sadly apologized to him,
and then told him that he would not be able to pass. Only those animals who were with
their people could pass over to the Rainbow Bridge.
With no place else to turn to, the elderly animal turned towards the fields before The
Bridge and saw a group of other animals like himself, also elderly and infirm. They
werent playing, but rather simply lying on the green grass,forlornly staring out at
the pathway leading to The Bridge. And so, he took his place among them,watching the
pathway and waited.
One of the newest arrivals at The Bridge didnt understand what he had just witnessed
and asked one of the animals that had been there for a while to explain it to him.
You see, that poor animal over there, with the others, they are rescues. He was
turned in to rescue just as you see him now, an older animal with his fur graying and his
eyes clouding. Sadly, he never made it out of rescue and passed on with only the love of
his rescuer to comfort him as he left his earthly existence. Because he had no family to
give his love to, he has no one to escort him across The Bridge.
The first animal thought about this for a minute and then asked, So what will happen
now? As he was about to receive his answer, suddenly, the clouds parted swiftly, and
the gloom lifted with a mighty wind. Approaching The Bridge could be seen a single person
and among the older animals, a whole group was suddenly bathed in a golden light and they
were all once again,young and healthy, just as they were in the prime of their life.
Watch, and see, said the second animal. A second group of animals from those
also waiting came to the pathway and bowed their heads ever so low as the person neared
closer. As each bowed head, the person offered a pat on their head or a scratch behind the
One by one, the newly restored animals fell into line and followed him towards The Bridge.
And then, one by one, they all crossed The Bridge together.
What just happened? asked the first animal. That was a rescuer. The
animals you saw bowing to the rescuer in respect were those who found new homes because of
all their work. They will all cross over to The Bridge, when their new families arrive.
Those you saw restored were those who never found homes. When a rescuer arrives, they are
allowed to perform one, final act of rescue. They are allowed to escort all those poor
animals that they couldnt place on earth across The Rainbow Bridge.
I think I like rescuers, said the first animal. So does G-D, was
the reply from the second animal, So does G-D.