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A Staffy’s Lament
Today is just another day - to me they're all the same
I have the worst of genes you see, I bear the "Staffy" shame.
The shame is in our numbers, there's thousands with no home.
Thousands just like me you'll find, in kennels all alone.
My mum was "just a Staffy", my father - well who knows?
Mum, too, became unwanted, as the last puppy goes.
And then begins the process, of money-making deals
A life of "moving on" unfolds, who cares how the Staffy feels?
If you have the cash to hand, the Staffy pup is yours
But Staff pups get much bigger, and have such powerful jaws.
You brought me for your image, thought I'd make you look more tough
I have a boisterous nature, and without training play quiet rough.
If you had thought to train me, with kindness and with praise
You would have had a faithful friend to share your darkest days.
I would lay down my life for you, but you simply cannot see
You make sure you get your money back on what you paid for me.
And on it goes, until one day, I'm no longer worth a penny
No retail for an adult staff - as there are far too many.
So what happens to a Staffy now? Do you really want to know?
Do you care what will become of us, when we leave our final home?
Have you ever thought to wonder, "Where is that Staffy now?"
The "Staffy" has another name; he's become a "stray" somehow.
Me, I was put into a car and driven far away
The door held open, I jumped out, I thought to run and play.
It was with joy and happy heart I turned to look for you
But you drove away with all my trust and a piece of my heart too.
I wondered round for many days before I was brought here.
Now I wait with heavy heart, trepidation and with fear.
Seven days is all I have you see, seven days for you to claim
The little dog that you threw out, for which you have no shame.
This is my last goodbye now my seven days are up
If only more thought had gone into the future of that pup
As the needle empties to my veins I lay down with one last sigh
Sorry that I was born a Staffy, because it means that I must die.
Cost to Life
People and animals are for our love and our care,
Objects and money for our use and our ware.
But all to often the reverse is true,
As we become heartless in the things that we do.
With our money and greed let all life beware,
When it’s objects we love at the expense of welfare
There was a little pig, who was on the loose in Lound,
A funny little fella, he'd been drawing quite a crowd.
He would happily follow people, when walking with their dogs,
Though they didn't think it was - the right place for hogs.
So they phoned all the people, that they thought they rightly should,
Which didn't get them anywhere – so wasn't any good.
Now it was left to them – to finish the rescue they'd begun,
As little pig was getting thin and burning in the sun.
They had to do something, to save him from his plight,
And they got him into a horse-box, without to much of a fight.
They rung around to find somewhere to keep poor piggy safe,
It wasn't very long before he was arriving here at F.A.I.T.H.
Such a poorly little fella, to our vets he had to go,
Where they found an internal abscess, that nobody did know.
It took him quite some time to get over his operation,
But he made a full recovery on all his medication.
We asked our facebook followers, to give our pig a name,
Rather topically they chose, Murry, the winner from Dunblane.
Faith, Hope and Charity
Sometimes I wonder what we are doing, why did we take it on?
Hard work and so much sadness, social and free time gone.
But looking into those sad eyes of that abandoned dog or cat,
And all the animals needing our help, couldn't turn away from that.
Friends and family rallied round and helped out where they could,
Our time and money gone to F.A.I.T.H, I think they understood.
Thousands and thousands of animals have since then past through,
Countless others we have helped and many people too.
The demands on us grew greater than one could ever have known,
The animals that we help each year, has grown and grown and grown!
We have no way of advertising, we can't get on T.V,
We can't afford newspaper ads, for many more to see.
We ask you to remember F.A.I.T.H , with legacies or bequests,
As we desperately need funds, to continue with our quest.
Gliding hand over softened coat, I know not how to tell,
If love and trust will touch the heart, of this life that rose from Hell.
Hell on earth from which he came like a devil from the fire,
His wide red eyes and prickly coat – not the pet of one’s desire.
Yet who or what took him there, to this darkness of despair?
No comfort, no love, no compassion - an owner who did not care.
“He should be killed, this ‘red zone’ dog, he cannot have a home”
But all his fears and all his tears are manmade and not his own.
Devil be man that put him there and Devil be man not to try,
To help this life made by God, but to kill him, to have him die.
Time hath past and fear and rage give way to love and training,
It will take more time and much more work but his trust we’re slowly gaining.
One day he ‘will’ have a home, for see how far he has come
He is leaving behind all the darkness, one day he will walk in the sun.
Twas not his fault the fear and rage, the cause of this was man,
So we’ll work with him and hope in time, we will mend his heart if we can.
The Bible Says
The Bible says, God made the Earth, the stars and moon that light our way,
He made all the lovely things, he gave us night and day,
The stars are not lights in the sky, and Earth's not the only planet,
So when people say only humans matter, that can't be right now – can it?
Science has given us great knowledge. We know of a vast universe,
Could it be that if God made man, his beautiful Earth, he did curse.
What makes man think he is so vital, and use whatever he needs.
What makes man think he is entitled, to do such dastardly deeds.
Some people will say that humans 'do' care, and will talk of conservation,
But that is just for 'our' own good, that it's there for our next generation,
Killing species, if deemed in the wrong place, Culling one animal then spare another,
From Grey Squirrel to Elephant, sparing sister to kill brother.
Brainwashed we are told saving animals, must be done via the gun,
That we must take control, and shooting them, brings great fun.
Brainwashed we are told that giving their milk, makes cows dance and sing,
So happy that they have given to us, what was meant for their own offspring.
Their calves are taken away from them, artificially reared or killed.
They cry! But their future's bleaker, as cow factories replace their fields.
Of many other animal atrocities, I'm sure you are already aware,
So sad that for other sentient beings, the human race as a whole – does not care,
For greed, money and 'blood' sport, we have become so cruel,
Committing many a mortal sin. We have broken every rule.
Cat? Dog? - Both!
It isn’t a home with no cat about,
Who wants to come in and once in go out.
A home needs a dog, I think you’ll agree,
As they both behave so differently.
Dog when it’s called is straight into view,
Cat takes a message and gets back to you.
Dog when you work is right at your feet,
Cat’s on your work with intention to sleep.
Dog looks at you, wants a walk or a game,
If cat’s on your lap - you can’t move, what a shame.
Dog believes in all that you do,
If it’s not good - cat sees straight through.
Dog looks up with unconditional love,
Cat looks down from somewhere above.
It’s such a great privilege to own a dog,
But what an honour to be owned by a Mog!
The lonely and the homeless
Come on boy it’s time we went
Our last walk before the day is spent.
I really enjoy our daily walks
The people we meet, some smile, some talk.
You are my exercise, my company,
Without you my friend, what would life be?
If not for you, I wouldn’t leave my chair
No need to rise - nor take the air.
Now life with you is lonely no more,
You opened up my prison door.
So DOG - as much as you need me,
I need you - You are my sanity.
Paws For Thought
If, as a cat, I am called a neuter,
As that, I’m assured of a much better future.
I am not constantly harassed by that smelly old tom,
And if he was castrated, he wouldn’t pong.
I feel sorry for him, he’s turned out at nights,
To wander the streets, and have many fights.
Where as I snuggle up on my owners lap,
Who tells me that, “I’m a wonderful cat”
If that old tom had the same op. as me,
A much nicer pet to his master he’d be.
The desire would be gone for courting at night,
Vying with suitors, and the obligatory fight.
His ‘wilder’ instincts would cause him no bother,
He’d enjoy - like me - The home comforts on offer.
So owners please note :- We don’t need a suitor,
We’re a home loving cat, when we are known as a neuter.
Painting the future
When I was a little girl, I said to my Dad
“I really want a Dulux dog, I’ve seen them in the Ad.”
Dad then replied to me with some very good advice
“I’ve seen them too in Silk and Gloss, but the Matt is not so nice!
Some dogs need a lot of time, others needs are less
One should choose a dog that suits their lifestyle best.
It doesn’t really matter, his look or pedigree
Champion or Mutt, both give love and loyalty.”
He pondered for a moment then he added with a grin,
“Sometimes it is more about what you can do for him.”
Since then I’ve had many a dog of every shape and size,
I still remember my Dad’s words, they were very wise.
Have you ever lost a friend,
One that didn’t speak?
Just loved you and trusted you
Every day of every week.
Did you ever lose a friend,
Not of the human kind?
One who didn’t see your faults,
And your flaws they didn’t mind.
Did you ever lose that friend,
Who was always by your side?
When you were in despair,
Comforted you when you cried.
Did you lose that furry friend,
The one you cannot replace?
Existing in your memories,
In your heart an empty space.
It hurts to have lost that friend,
Their lives are not that long.
So honour them and adopt again,
In that space, let another belong.
We eat them, we beat them, we are heartless and cruel
Making them live with no life at all.
We rip from their skins Angora, Down and Cashmere
They live out their lives in pain and in fear.
For entertainment, for food and for fashion,
We show little mercy, we have no compassion.
With power and weapons we rule and kill
Sometimes for our use, sometimes for the thrill.
Everything here for our control and our use
All other life for mankind to abuse.
What gods are we? our self importance misplaced
What if, invaded by a superior race..
More powerful than us, they inflict their will
Use us and farm us then horrifically kill?
If this was our karma, would we still maintain
They ‘should’ rule as we did, now we’re in their food chain!