2016-09-15 / Columnists

Pets, Pets, Pets

There’s a special breed of rescuers who embrace senior dogs and cats cast away by their owners.

These rescuers look through the pets’ cloudy eyes and see their souls. They take the aged pets home and surround them with love for whatever time the oldsters have left. These people know they are setting themselves up for heartbreak in the near future, but they don’t mind. Any amount of time together is worth the tears.

Below is a touching poem by Leslie Whalen written in memory of her dog Tray:

ONE BY ONE THEY PASS BY MY CAGE

One by one, they pass by my cage,

Too old, too worn, too broken, no way.

Way past his time, he can’t run and play.

Then they shake their heads slowly and go on their way.

An old man, arthritic and sore,

It seems I am not wanted anymore.

I once had a home, I once had a bed,


“Toby is a 8-9 yr old stray from Brookhaven Shelter, currently for adoption at Last Hope.” “Toby is a 8-9 yr old stray from Brookhaven Shelter, currently for adoption at Last Hope.” A place that was warm, and where I was fed.

Now my muzzle is grey, and my eyes slowly fail.

Who wants a dog so old and so frail?

My family decided I didn’t belong,

I got in their way, my attitude was wrong.

Whatever excuse they made in their head,

Can’t justify how they left me for dead.

Now I sit in this cage, where day after day,

The younger dogs get adopted away.

When I had almost come to the end of my rope,

You saw my face, and I finally had hope.

You saw thru the grey, and the legs bent with age,

And felt I still had life beyond this cage.

You took me home, gave me food and a bed,

And shared your own pillow with my poor tired head.

We snuggle and play, and you talk to me low,

You love me so dearly, you want me to know. my life with another, I may have lived most of

But you outshine them with a love so much stronger.

And I promise to return all the love I can give,

To you, my dear person, as long as I live.

I may be with you for a week, or for years,

We will share many smiles, you will no doubt shed tears.

And when the time comes that God deems I must leave,

I know you will cry and your heart, it will grieve.

And when I arrive at the Bridge, all brand new,

My thoughts and my heart will still be with you.

And I will brag to all who will hear,

Of the person who made my last days so dear. We come across many “stray, but unclaimed” senior dogs at town shelters -some are blind, have tumors or are severely arthritic. The smaller dogs stand a better chance of being adopted or chosen by private rescues. Elderly cats are also abandoned like “Samson,” an ancient, hyperthyroid tabby left in a carrier in a hidden spot at a pet cemetery. A family looking at the headstones discovered him. He spent about six months in a loving home before passing. Chances are these were his best six months.

For Adoption at Babylon Shelter (631-643-9270) Lamar St. W. Babylon: “Rex” 16-476 is a-seven-month-old tall Hound pup, owner surrender, originally adopted from Friends of Freddie (shut down by the County in Middle Island in March; resurrected elsewhere in Suffolk). “Griffin” 16-409 is a gold Chow mix. Both dogs are a little frightened at first, and making progress.

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