I Rescued A Human Today, From an anonymous e-mail |
I Rescued A Human Today, From an anonymous e-mail |
Jul 31 2010, 02:12 PM
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Group: Pet Lovers Posts: 224 Joined: 10-May 10 From: Twain Harte, California Member No.: 6,484 |
I RESCUED A HUMAN TODAY.
Her eyes met mine as she walked down the corridor peering apprehensively into the kennels. I felt her need instantly and knew I had to help her. I wagged my tail, not too exuberantly, so she wouldn't be afraid. As she stopped at my kennel I blocked her view from a little accident I had in the back of my cage. I didn't want her to know that I hadn't been walked today. Sometimes the shelter keepers get too busy and I didn't want her to think poorly of them. As she read my kennel card I hoped that she wouldn't feel sad about my past. I only have the future to look forward to and want to make a difference in someone's life. She got down on her knees and made little kissy sounds at me. I shoved my shoulder and side of my head up against the bars to comfort her. Gentle fingertips caressed my neck; she was desperate for companionship. A tear fell down her cheek and I raised my paw to assure her that all would be well Soon my kennel door opened and her smile was so bright that I instantly jumped into her arms. I would promise to keep her safe. I would promise to always be by her side. I would promise to do everything I could to see that radiant smile and sparkle in her eyes. I was so fortunate that she came down my corridor. So many more are out there who haven't walked the corridors. So many more to be saved. At least I could save one. I rescued a human today. |
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Jul 31 2010, 03:58 PM
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Group: Pet Lovers Posts: 830 Joined: 6-December 09 From: Oracle, Arizona Member No.: 6,254 |
Oh, Man, is that beautiful! Certified Bawling Material!
Thank you, Dennis, for sharing! Margi, Spiritwolf and Leopold the Strange |
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Jul 31 2010, 05:47 PM
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Group: Pet Lovers Posts: 156 Joined: 12-July 07 From: Upstate NY Member No.: 3,255 |
That was an awesome story. Thank you for posting that.
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Jul 31 2010, 07:21 PM
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Group: Pet Lovers Posts: 167 Joined: 30-December 09 Member No.: 6,286 |
Thanks so much for posting this Dennis -- I needed this today.
Sharon |
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Jul 31 2010, 07:54 PM
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Group: Pet Lovers Posts: 224 Joined: 10-May 10 From: Twain Harte, California Member No.: 6,484 |
Thank you all for help keeping me alive these past few months. I come to this site everyday, whether I post or respond or not. This story was sent to me today, and everytime I read it I cry more than the last time. Here is a blurb from the story, The Velveteen Rabbit, which I just sent to someone else on this site.
The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams underneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. He was wise, for he had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by-and-by break their mainsprings and pass away, and he knew that they were only toys, and would never turn into anything else. For nursery magic is very strange and wonderful, and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all about it. "What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?" "Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real." "Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit. "Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt." "Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?" "It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand." "I suppose you are real?" said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled. |
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Aug 1 2010, 01:24 AM
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Group: Pet Lovers Posts: 381 Joined: 31-October 09 From: Australia Member No.: 6,207 |
You have a couple of wonderful stories there Dennis, I really enjoyed reading them xx
madi xx |
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Aug 2 2010, 04:32 AM
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Group: Pet Lovers Posts: 655 Joined: 24-May 10 From: Liverpool, UK Member No.: 6,508 |
Thank you, Dennis, for sharing those beautiful, inspiring stories x
-------------------- It broke our hearts to lose you, but you didn't go alone,
For parts of us went with you ... the day God called you home My beautiful Angel, Daisy - I will love and miss you forever xx |
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Aug 2 2010, 06:05 AM
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Group: Pet Lovers Posts: 256 Joined: 31-March 05 From: Upstate NY Member No.: 789 |
Thank you all for help keeping me alive these past few months. I come to this site everyday, whether I post or respond or not. This story was sent to me today, and everytime I read it I cry more than the last time. Here is a blurb from the story, The Velveteen Rabbit, which I just sent to someone else on this site. The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams underneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. He was wise, for he had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by-and-by break their mainsprings and pass away, and he knew that they were only toys, and would never turn into anything else. For nursery magic is very strange and wonderful, and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all about it. "What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?" "Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real." "Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit. "Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt." "Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?" "It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand." "I suppose you are real?" said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled. Thank you for posting this...I have been able to breathe finally...hope to smile again one day soon...Kathryn -------------------- Peace Be With You ~ Kathryn ~ Angel Amber ~ Angel CC~ and Sammie
I lost my Amber Tabby Girl of nearly 20 years on 3/28/05 after a valiant battle with end stage CRF. Always a beacon in the storm ~ steady and true. C.C was my purebred White Angora I lost to cancer on 10/22/05 at age 13~ A Big Gentle yet Oddly Eccentric Creature ~Through his congenital deaf ness ~He brought an innocent joy to my life and light to my heart I also adopted an 8 yr old Burmese named Samantha who led me back into my own room ~ still a stranger to me ~ she sweetly gives peace to Amber's final days spent there and lights my way to see in the darkness of the spaces that my precious CC has left behind. |
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