I'm cross posting this from another board. I'm gutted :(
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We recently lost a fight to save a Great Dane puppy from being destroyed just because he was 'getting a bit stroppy'.
He lost his battle last week - his owners had him destroyed when there was a foster home ready and waiting to give him the help he needed...
This poem is for Chester...
"Now I lay me down to rest
I pray my soul can stand this test
Of watching puppies lose their homes
Through owners’ gripes and cries and moans
I long for strength of spirit when
I pray they'll find a home again
Where they will know a loving heart
I can't do much, but it's a start........
And spare me from the owners pleas
About the baby's allergies
Or how the place is ‘just a state’
Or spitefulness 'tween cat and mate
Please keep me sane while dealing with
The woman who bought as a gift
A wriggling tiny ball of fluff
That now is playing ‘way too rough’
Remind me I should bite my lip
When confronted with, "he grew too quick"
"I didn't know he'd get so large"
"He seems to think that he's in charge"
Protect my heart when I hear them say
"I think we'll breed our dog one day"
Sometimes I think it'll break in two
Each day brings trials harsh and new
And if I die before I wake
I pray a hopeless soul you'll take
My tears are gone, my faith is bare
Please hear my rescue prayer."
Author Unknown (copied thanks to Funsize
here)
G'night Chester - sleep well and be as stroppy as you like while you wait at the Bridge for me and others who will understand & love you for what you are - a puppy.
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Chloe :(