Some gnawed at the wire cage until their mouths bled. Many were barking incessantly while others curled up in the corner of their kennel, trembling with fear. The nice lady led me by all different sizes and breeds of my fellow canines in a long line of kennels. I didn’t understand why I was here. The only “human” dad I knew had just dropped me off at this No Kill Shelter.
We could no longer stay with our “humans” for various reasons. Some “humans” just got tired of us like one gets tired of a new toy and decides to throw it (and us) away. A few of us were dropped off because we were unwanted in the first place. Parents gave into their children who promised to take care of their new pup—but didn’t—so back to the shelter we went.
A few canines had behavior issues the humans couldn’t deal with, and a few of us were rescued from those who abused us. Every canine at the Shelter had a story.
Though The No Kill Shelter was not our choice of places to be, it was much better than where many of us were before—or where we could have ended up. The “humans” at the Shelter were so kind and patient with us. Most of us knew how fortunate, loved and cared for we were. Many of my fellow canines would be adopted by a loving forever homes. A few like me, would be trained and placed as a Service Dog, while a few would spend their whole lives at the No Kill Shelter.
All of the canines at the No Kill Shelter had one thing in common—we just wanted the chance to be a part of somebody’s life. We wanted to have somebody to love and have them love us back. Commitment is a four letter word called LOVE. Yes, even with us canines, love means commitment, dedication and work. But the benefits are great. The joy and love a human gets in return for their commitment is beyond measure. One thing we canines know how to do is bring value to a human’s life by loving unconditionally. We will never abandon our human. We will bring our humans joy, laughter and lots of sloppy slurps.
On behalf of all my fellow canines—Thank You to all the No Kill Shelters and the people who work there and all the wonderful volunteers who love us enough to give us a second chance. You Rock! Thank You for your commitment. Thank you for your love.
Well, my mom just told me I am 35 years old in human years! Boy that is a lot different than the 5 years my vet records say that I am. I don’t understand why we canines age 7 years to humans 1 year.
I look forward to each day. My mom has me on a routine which varies sometimes when we get to go out to run errands, doctor appointments and of course, the veterinarian. But most of the time my routine is the same. I am not bored by any means! I have work or harness time, Kong time, break time, kennel time and bed time. Since my life is short compared to a human’s, I pack each day with all the wonders it can possibly hold.
Time goes by too swiftly. When I hear people say, “I wish it were tomorrow,” the weekend, or some other future time—a part of me whines out “Noooo…..” Don’t wish your life away! Live it!