Wordless Wednesday! To celebrate the last week of seniors’ month, enjoy our photos featuring our more seasoned Talent Hounds!
Love this post from Arlie’s Darlings adoptable older dogs.
Lightning Bricker aka The Wolfman. This handsome 13 year old Affenpinscher Puppy Mill survivor is now happy with his loving family. Who could resist this grin:
Sophia, a beautiful senior girl and happy tail from Speaking of Dogs Rescue
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This is Gretta, an adoptable senior Rottweiler Dog in Waynesboro. PA on Petfinder. She is not doing well at the Shelter. Can you help?
Although it’s Wordless Wednesday we couldn’t help but share the beautiful words in this poem about the joys of a senior dog by Donna Swajeski. Donna Swajeski is an Emmy-winning soap opera writer, dog lover and one of the founders of https://animalaidusa.org/ . Animal Aid USA is a nonprofit organization composed of all volunteers aimed at one thing; helping animals! Each month they drive over 1,600 miles in order to relocate animals from high-kill shelters to rescues and homes. They raise money to fund spay and neuter programs in low income communities and raise awareness awareness to fight animal cruelty and Puppy Mills. Donna is working on a program for kids The Animal Aid Club to encourage responsible pet ownership using her great writing and theater talents.
TAKE JOY IN…..OLD DOGS
“Their joys are simple. A soft bed. A scrap fallen from the table that the younger dogs missed. The memory of a treed squirrel. A stormless night.
White whiskered faces and legs crooked as question marks.
Old Dogs…their sweet Buddha bellies hang over crossed legs as they fall asleep in a coveted patch of sun. Dreaming of out-racing their shadows down long, shady lanes.
Once they danced by your side. The very definition of joy unleashed. A perfect poem caught in shining eyes and wagging tails. They have followed you faithfully for years. And would plunge into fires, untamed wildernesses, raging waters if you asked.
Now, they struggle to catch up. Their pace slow but their hearts still valiant.
Their cloudy eyes are starting to dim and go distant, tuning in to some invisible world. Just beyond your reach.
Don’t go you say, as you scratch the tender part between their ears. Stay longer. I can’t imagine a world without your fur pressed close to my cheek. There are still so many roads we haven’t explored.
And they look up at you with a wisdom that just slays you.
Their backs are bent, not from the weight of years, but from the invisible wings they are growing
That will soon take them to a place where once more they are warriors of speed
Drunk with the sights and scents of a thousand meadows.
Able to leap high enough to touch the wing of the tiniest butterfly.
A place where they will now wait for you to catch up.”
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