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We can judge the hearts of human's by their treatment of animals, the environment and the less fortunate among us. 


Many years ago in December, I got an e-mail from my friend Rene about a dog I named "Noel " (See her story below) in a Nicaraguan art gallery that had been starved to death in the name of art (body contour change) and the artiest was scheduled to do it again. It enraged me that people would even pay to watch this little dog starve to death, let alone call it art or do it again for that matter. I started looking on the internet to see what I could do to help stop this barbaric act from happening to another little dog. It was very overwhelming, confusing, and heartbreaking to see so many different websites on animal cruelty let alone help this one dog especially in another country. It was hard jumping around the internet trying to figure out where to even begin to help, so that's why I created this website. I put a lot of information in one place to make it easier to help animals like Noel.

After that I became an animal rescuer and foster dogs that come from hoarders, puppy mills and drug houses for 16 years now. I do it independently without help from anyone and am called the crazy dog lady in my community. A label I am proud of. I don't charge to place an animal all tho I am a picky Forster Mom as to who gets one of my rescues.   I also don’t have much money but I do have a computer, a big heart and a voice to speak for the animals who can't. Animal hunger and cruelty is something that needs a lot of attention and so many need help as a result of it. I can only cover my communities animals but this website helps me cover the world.

Knowledge is Power and I promote it in any way I can. Sure, I 'm busy, but if possible I update my website as information becomes available to me every morning before work and once a month I e-mail governors, friends, newspapers, cross post, network, facebook, twitter and sign petitions. I volunteer when ever I can and watch my neighborhoods for animals that may be in distress. Animals happen to be my passion and that’s why I get involved even if I can only save one dog, one cat, one bear or one tree at a time. I had liver cancer caught very early and did Kemo for about a year. The good Lord gave me back my life with remission. I guess he knew my work wasn't finished.

The good feelings I get from trying are soooooo worth it !!! What we do rather it be one person or many could be the difference between life or death of a starving or an abused animal.

I pledge to Help End Animal Cruelty by:

*  Being ever-vigilant about the well being of animals; * Seeking the facts on the issues at hand so that I can make intelligent decisions about how I can make a difference; * Voicing my beliefs to public officials who can sponsor effective legislation; * Providing a loving home and safe haven for the animals I have rescued and the one's to come; * Be an advocate for the one's that need forever homes and love too; * Passing this pledge on to friends and family.                                                                 


The man that supports my efforts.

My husband of 20 years is very supportive in my efforts to get involved and help. He doesn't like Animal Cruelty either so he encourages me to do all I can. He calls me his "Lil Pit Bull" because he says "Once I latch onto something" I don't let go till I have all the facts, talk to who I have to, and I get tough when I need to. I'm very lucky he participates and takes an interest in what I'm doing. 

I rescued this little darling a mini pincher mutt about a week ago and found her new parents today. She was in a cruelty situation but recovered with love and a little training quite nicely. She will be happy and thrive in her new home. She will have a family that will love her forever.

This is my latest rescue. She (Sassy) is fighting for her life and I'm fighting along with her to save her. This sweet little girl had been got by a larger dog and when she tried to pass the puppies she ruptured her uterus. Doc's said she was going to die. Well NOT on my watch I told him. The surgery was 1200 to remove the puppies and stop in internal bleeding. The 4 puppies died unfortunately. She needed at blood transfusion and a bunch of other stuff totaling about 3 grand that I don't have. But this little girl surprised everyone when she made it through her surgery. Companion Pet hospital takes her during the day while I'm at work and watches her. I pick her up at 5 and I get up every 2 hours to feed, water, reposition and medicate her. She is getting stronger every day. I'm so proud of her. I knew she had the heart and will to live. I could feel it. It shows dogs are amazing creatures.
Update: This little darling passed away the following Monday. : (  She will be missed very much.

I went to the Walk and Wag Dog event in September 2018 at Minto Park in Oregon. I took my little Molly and she does better around other dogs than my other dog.

Not many booths so not so many pictures. Maybe about 40 people there it is all for the Willamette Valley Hospice Hospital Charity. Too bad since is it such a good cause.

I went to the 2018 Mutt strut again. I took Molly this time. Who by the way was a 2017 rescue in May. She was 2. She was so damaged from abuse she just could not function in a new home. My husband and I then decided to keep her.
We had lots of fun and Molly did so well among the other dogs. We walked the 1k but I carried her back most of the way as her little legs were starting to get tired. I was very proud of her anyways. We even did it all in the rain and fierce winds of course. They even gave a balloon to Molly because she was so cute and tried. I just love the balloon.

Rescue In 2017
I normally rescue dogs and cats but this was still an animal in need of help. He was abandoned in a parking lot at a duplex. He had almost been hit by cars a few times. I was called and told about him so I went and got him. I called him "Peter" of course. He is a Lionhead Rabbit. I found him a home with a family on a farm that a small boy does 4H and he was his new project.
Not good eating rabbits I'm told so I had no fear of giving this rabbit to this family. His is loved and the little boy just thinks the world of him.

His new home

Rescue 2016

12-13yr old Dog Abandoned. The owner left him to die on land he moved from. I got a call about him since I'm a doggie foster Mom. I went and got him. His name is Buddy He was affectionate but shy. I don't think he got much touching or petting from his former owner.

He passed away from Cummings Disease after 2 months. I cried of course but I felt good about it because he died knowing love and that someone had cared about him. I had him cremated and now he sits on a shelf to keep him forever. He will be buried with me along with a few other dogs that I had fostered  through the years.

Rescued 2016
Jax And Apache. Brothers I rescued from a Drug House and got the owners to surrender them to me.

Jax. His new family just loves him to death and is a big part of their family.

e family sent me this picture of him. So cute.

Apache in his new home with his new family. Is he loved or what. Melts my heart.

This was a lot of fun: WillaMutt Strut 2016

A Rescue in June 2016.
Her name is Bella and I was called after someone found out this little dog was un-wanted and therefore made to sleep in the front floorboard of a truck. I went to the house and got them to surrender her to me and they did. I found her a great home with a retired Police Officer who wanted a small companion. She is a happy go lucky dog now.

Rescue 2015


Small Chiwinnie Puppy. I rescue dogs and cats in my community and was made aware of a small sweet very cute tan Chiwinnie puppy mix in horrible conditions. He was 4.8 pounds and now is 6 pounds. He was kept in a bathroom because they had small children most of his little life. I finally got him after long talks about surrendering the pup for it's own good. Despite the terrible conditions, he is quite the little cuddle bug and loves to be petted and played with. He had to have surgery for a birth defect but that has been done and he is almost ready for a forever home. He now lives with a family with and he is treated like a king. Lucky Dog !!

2018: With a heavy heart I just found out this rescue was hit by a car and killed. In 2015 he was 4.8 pound puppy. His name was Al Capone. the new parents called him Capone. He will be missed by his family and me. He will have in a place in my heart forever. Rainbow Bridge has him now where he is free.

2015 This is BEAR

This dog was in dire need of help. It's a friend's Dog who could not afford the surgery for. I can't stand to see a dog suffer and especially one that is 11 years old. His name is Bear and he had a tumor on his leg the size of a soft ball. Keep in mind when I rescue a dog/cat or help a dog/cat, I do it for the animal not the people. It isn't about them. The surgery cost me $800.00 but the end result is a happy playful big 130 pound dog now.  (This was the day we brought him home from Companion Pet Hospital.) These guys ROCK there !! It took 4 of us to get him in my house. I kept him 3 days and then let the owner come get him. He can now play with the grand kids (which he couldn't do before) or just be an old dog sitting on the porch watching the world go by. Either way, my heart sings when I see this happen.

September 12th 2015. Went to this great benefit Walk-n-Wag. It was a fundraiser for the Pet Peace of Mind Program at Willamette Valley Hospice, which uses the money to keep pets and families together during hospice care. Evo (my 4 legged child) and I had a great time and meet lots of great folks. Evo got to meet all kinds of different doggies.. I told Evo he had to ware the pink scarf because it was for a good cause and he did a great job showing it off..


June 14th 2015. This was a great fund raiser I went to with lots of great dogs and folks. WillaMutt Strut raised money, raised hope and saved lives! 450 registrants participated in the fun run and walk. Over $26,000 walked into Willamette Humane Society thanks to registrations, sponsorships and donations.


Rescue. Meet Major !!

This is Major. He went from Rags to Riches in 2015. I saw him for months tied to a tree 24/7 at a drug house near where I worked. He had been tied up since he was a pup and now was a year old. He had no skills and no love. I rescued him (not easily I might add, I had a gun put in my face twice) I wasn't giving up tho!! He was worth saving to me. Besides it's not the first time at a drug house, I've had a gun put in my face. Luckily I have the gift of persuasion and I don't scare easily. I'm from East Los Angeles. Major got loose one day and jumped right into me car when I saw him. It was the opportunity I was looking for. He was a dog loose as far as I was concerned and feared he'd get hit by a car. Hahh Hahhh. I took him to the Willamette Humane Society where Laura Carver promised me he would not be euthanized and they would help me find him a good home. Plus I didn't want to drug people to find me with him. I had told them about Major prior but they were too afraid to go near the house so they new what I was going to do. Once I had him, they said we had to give the owners a chance to respond. Luckily they could not afford to get him back, he had priors for running away. They said I had to do this legally. They took him in and worked with him. I visited him while he was there. What is funny is the first night he was there, he figured out how to unlock his cage and several others. The people came into work and found dogs everywhere. I knew he was smart !! A week later he got adopted by a forever home family with 5 acres to run and play. Thank you Laura for all your help, encouragement and keeping your promise to me and Major. I am so happy for him. He will always hold a special place in my heart forever. I still talk to the family and he is doing great. Lucky Dog Major !!


I had great fun at this event !!!

WillaMutt Strut Fun Run & Walk June 14th 2014

Enjoy a family and dog friendly outing on a flat and scenic course starting at the North Meadow of Salem’s Riverfront Park on Saturday, June 14th at 9:00 am.  Participants can choose one of three options:  a non-competitive 5K fun run, 5K walk, or 1.5K walk. You’ll strut across the Union Street Railroad Bridge, around Wallace Marine Park and back. And because we’re Willamette Humane Society, your dog is welcome to strut too! (That's me waving)


On May 18, 2011, I got the honor and privileged of being nominated for the 2011 Humaneitarian Awards sponsored by The Willamette Humane Society. It was humbling to be in the company of 5 equally deserving caring folks whom advocate on a daily basis to save these animals as well. I didn't win but it was a great honor to be nominated.


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We Rescued Our First Dog From A Shelter In Coos Bay 17 years ago when we came to Oregon.

We’ve had Krissy almost 15 years now. My husband and her are inseparable. Krissy is sooo sweet, very smart and gives great kisses. Lucky Dog, Lucky Dog…  Krissy got lucky when she won the battle with Breast Cancer and survived.. Yes, dogs can get breast cancer. Krissy passed away in December 2012 of a repertory infection. We miss her greatly.

2012: We now have a new member in our Family. Meet "Evo" short for Evaluation motor for Harley Davidson's.

He is a Chihuahua/ Jack Russell mix and was born on the 4th of July. Rescued from being sold to any stranger without any background checks. I wasn't sure who would take him or what would happen to him. I kept him and still have him.         

We also have a new addition to our family 2016. My Father passed away a few weeks ago and I took his Russian Blue "Puss N Boots" Puss Puss for short. She is about 8 and has wonderful big green eyes. She weighs 14 pounds. She out weighs  the dogs.

In 2017 we gained another rescue we decided to keep. White and tan Apple Head Chihuahua we named Molly. She was too damaged emotionally to place in a home.                                     


This is My Personal Favorite "Noel"      


This is about an Artist that starved a dog to death and called it Art. She was my inspiration. I named this dog that it was too late to save "Noel". She lost her life to starvation in December of 2006 at the hands of a monster. It was Noel that inspired me to fight even harder to stop this monster from the next one. Whats really disturbed me the most is, people are actually there seeing this exhibit.....

In 2006, the 'artist' Guillermo Vargas Habacuc, in Costa Rica took a dog from the street, tied him to a rope in an art gallery, and starved him to death. For several days, the 'artist' and the visitors of the exhibition have watched emotionless the shameful 'masterpiece' based on the dog's agony, until eventually he died. But this is not all... the prestigious Visual Arts Biennial of the Central American decided that the 'installation' was actually art, so that Guillermo Vargas Habacuc has been invited to repeat this cruel action for the biennial of 2007.
Note: He paid five local children to help him catch the terrified stray dog...in the impoverished area. The dog had no way to escape capture or his fate once he was in the hands of this cruel man.

This really fired me up so I contacted their government about it and this is what they had to say. This is from the consult of Costa Rica and what they told me about it.
Maria Antonieta Garcia <
magarcia@costarica-embassy.org> wrote:
From: 'Maria Antonieta Garcia' <
Subject: We need you help, Who can I talk to....
Date: Thu, 5 Jun 2006

In reference to the alleged animal abuse by Guillermo Vargasin a Nicaraguan art gallery, the Embassy of Costa Rica would like to remind those concerned that animal abuse of any kind is not condoned in our country. Furthermore, the conduct of one Costa Rican does not imply a national behavior. Animal mistreatment does not reflect the general feelings and attitudes of Costa Ricans towards animals. As a matter off act, the President of Costa Rica, Dr. Oscar Arias, a Nobel Peace Prizelaureate, recently became the one millionth person to sign the Universal Declaration on Animal Welfare (UDAW), an initiative led by the World Society for the Protection of Animals (WSPA) to gain recognition and protection for animals worldwide.
This is what We all did together...

Dear J
Thank you for contacting the WSPA regarding your concern over this situation in Central America .  I see you have been diligent in your efforts to do something about this act of cruelty. It is people like you that help get the word out, get petitions signed and stop these kinds of animal abusers. It shows we can achieve anything in numbers. We can be the voices of those who can't speak. WSPA is now well aware of this act of cruelty committed by Guillermo “Habacuc” Vargas.  As you may know, the artist is Costa Rican but the exhibit with the dog happened in a Nicaraguan art gallery. The news of the exhibit with the dog did not seem to get picked up by the Costa Rican press until about a month after it happened. Even then there was very little coverage. The WSPA met with Business Owners for Art (Empresarios por el Arte), an organization co-sponsoring the Honduras Biennial. In the meeting, we expressed our position against the act. In a letter sent to the WSPA on April30th, the president of this association, Mr. Ronald Zürcher,emphasized that no use of animals in the exhibition in Honduras will be allowed. Kind regards, Lora Adomeit Supporter Services World Society for the Protection of Animals (WSPA)
See what else they are doing to help:


Below is the first U-tube video I saw on animal cruelty. It mad me cry. This was what I found when trying to save the dog being starved for art. " Noel" See it below..





This story has always inspired me to remember what Unconditional Love is all about.
Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident Tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love.

The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs.

Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. "That's one UGLY cat!!" All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, and squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave. Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around your feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbor’s huskies. They did not respond kindly and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was lying, it was apparent Ugly's sad life was almost at an end. Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front.

As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought. Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear - Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.

At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterword's, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.

Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, and beautiful but for me; I will always try to be Ugly.

Salem, Oregon Dog Fest Fun... Me, the hubby and Krissy

I volunteered at the Dog Fest 2008 in Salem, Oregon and saw a lot of great Vendors, Sponsors and Enthusiastic Animal Lovers. I got a lot of wonderful information and the participation was great. We had a lot of fun.



Some of my Success Stories: I get calls and e-mails all the time to help people with their animals and animals who are potentially in distress. I believe in trying to educate people first, not just ask them to surrender the animal. I have helped people get food for their pets (I buy it myself) in this rescission or point them in the right direction for affordable vet costs. I believe education first but if that is not possible,  then I contact authorities if need be in abuse cases. Here are some animals I have helped and are still in their forever homes:

This is Britten who was a breeder dog. Now she has a new home and family who love her very much. She will no longer ever have to live in a kennel just having puppies. She will know the joys that a family can bring her and does.

These little guys were abandoned and I helped find them good homes.

Evo was being sold on a street corner and I ended up with him to ensure he got a good home. 

He is 11 and needed a new home. I gave advise to gain that. He is in a Beagle sanctuary now where he lives with many more friends like him. They laz around all day now.

She is a year old and my friend had to find her a home. She is a wonderful dog and was well trained for a year old. She went to a great forever home with lots of kids to play with.

They was being taken to the shelter because the owner was going into a nursing home. I found a rescue group to step up and take them.  They were adopted all together and are happy campers in their new home. This is why everyone who has a pet should make arrangements for care if something should happen to them. 

This little girls human died and she needed a home. I found her one and to this day she is the apple of her new owners eye.

This little man could not be kept anymore by his owner and I found him a forever home where he is happy playing with all the kids his new forever home has.


God said; Regardless of how selfish and childish and unlovable you may be, this new companion will accept you as you are and will love you as I do, in spite of yourself." And God created a new animal to be a companion for Adam. And it was a good animal. And God was pleased.

I now have the honor of providing some services as a Ordained Minister Officiant.  I can perform Animal Blessings, Vigils and Animal Marriages.   

Pet Loss: A "Celebration of life" for your furry ones.

What happens at an Celebration of life?

You say goodbye to your loved one and create a space to grieve. Sing, tell stories, read poems—whatever is meaningful to you. Closure is a step towards healing. 

Where, when and who attends?

The celebration can be indoors or out. When able to celebrate their fuzzy family member. Invite family and friends including animal friends.

American Catholic Services. http://www.americancatholic.org/features/francis/viewpetblessing.aspx



A Dog’s Last Will and Testament

With the unconditional love and loyalty our beloved canine companions show us, you can easily imagine what they would have for a Last Will and Testament.  Warning – Tissue Alert!



"At The End Of The Line"

*At the End of the Line*

At the end of the line,
It's a lonely place,
Why even have me if this is the case?

At the end of the line,
There can be no joy
A pile of rocks for my only toy.

At the end of the line,
No pat on the head
A bowl full of food, if I'm lucky, instead.

At the end of the line,
No people to greet,
Although I'd be friendly to all that I'd meet.

At the end of the line,
A cold hard wet floor,
If I were inside, I could guard your door.

At the end of the line,
I just wonder why,
Is this really the way that you chose me to die?

~Lisa Stocks
The Backyard Hell


I Want to QUIT! But there are so many...

I want to quit!

My health is bad. There are days I feel so terrible that I can barely move. My phone bills are outrageous, and I could have replaced my van with the funds I have spent these last 3 years—on animals that were not my own.

I want to quit!

I spend hours and hours emailing about dogs. There may be 500 messages when I start—and at 4 AM, when I finally shut down the computer, there are still 500 emails to be read.

I want to quit!

Gosh, I haven’t the time left to email my friends. I can’t remember the last book I read, and I gave up my subscription to my local newspaper- — I used to enjoy reading it, cover to cover, but now it often ends up under the kitty litter box — unread.

I want to quit!

I’ve spent days emailing what seems like everyone—trying to find a foster home, help for a dog languishing in a shelter—but his time has run out, and the shelter has had to euthanize to make room for the next sad soul.

I want to quit!

I swear, I walk away from my computer to stretch my legs—let the dogs out—and come back to find another dog in desperate need.  There are times I really dread checking my email. How will I find the funds, the help, to save yet another dog?

I want to quit!

I save one dog, and two more take its place. Now an owner who doesn’t want his dog—it won’t stay in his unfenced yard. An intact male wanders… This bitch got pregnant by a stray… This 3-month-old pup killed baby chicks… The dog got too big… This person’s moving and needs to give up his pet. I ask you, friends— what town, what city, what state doesn’t allow you to own a pet?

I want to quit!

I just received another picture, another sad soul with tormented eyes that peer out of a malnourished body. I hear whimpering in my sleep, have nightmares for days…

I want to quit!

I just got off the phone. “Are you a Rescue? We want to adopt a male to breed to our female.” How many times do I have to explain? I have tried to explain about genetics, about health and pedigrees. I explain that rescue NEUTERS! I usually end up sobbing, as I explain about the vast numbers of animals dying in shelters across the country, as I describe the condition many of these animals are found in. I wonder if they really heard me…

I want to quit!

It is not like I don’t have enough rescues of my own to worry about– -but others have placed dogs improperly and aren’t there to advise the new owners.

I want to quit!

There ARE some unscrupulous rescues out there—hoarders, collectors, and folks who will short change the care of the animals to make a dollar. They save them all, regardless of temperament, putting fellow rescuers and adopters at risk by not being truthful.

I want to quit!

I have trusted the wrong people— had faith and heart broken…

I want to quit!

AND THEN… My dog lays his head in my lap, he comforts me with his gentle presence—and the thought of his cousins suffering stirs my heart.

I want to quit!

AND THEN… One of those 500 emails is from an adopter. They are thanking me for the most wonderful dog on earth—they cannot imagine life without their friend—their life is changed, and they are so grateful.

I want to quit!

AND THEN… One of my adopted Rescues has visited a nursing home. A patient that has spent the last few years unable to communicate, not connecting– Lifts his hand to pat the huge head in his lap, softly speaks his first words in ages— to this gentle fur child.

I want to quit!

AND THEN… A Good Samaritan has found and vetted a lost baby, “I can’t keep him, but I’ll take care of him until you find his forever home.”

I want to quit!

AND THEN… I get an email from a fellow rescuer, “Haven’t heard from you in a while—you OK? You know I think of you…”

I want to quit!

AND THEN… A dozen rescuers step up to help, to transport, to pull, and to offer encouragement. I have friends I have never seen, but we share tears, joys, and everything in between. I am not alone. I am blessed with family of the heart, my fellow Rescuers. Just days ago it was a friend who shared her wit and wisdom, whose late night email lifted my heart. Sometimes it is friends who only have time to forward you a smile. Often, it is my friends who forward me the notices of dogs in need.  There are Rescuers who see a failing transport and do everything they can to find folks to pull it together for you.  Rescuers who’ll overnight or foster your Dog while you seek transport. There are Rescuers not used to or comfortable with your breed, but who put aside their discomfort to help.

There are Rescuers whose words play the music of our hearts. Foster homes that love your Rescue, and help to make them whole again—body and spirit. Foster homes that fit your baby in, though it may not be their breed.  Rescuers whose talents and determination give us tools to help us.  Rescuers we call on for help in a thousand ways, who answer us, who hear our pleas.  Rescuers who are our family, our strength, our comrades in battle.  I know I cannot save every animal in need. I know my efforts are a mere drop in a sea. I know that if I take on just one more  — those I have will suffer.

I want to quit!

But I won’t. When I feel overwhelmed, I’ll stroke my dog’s head while reading my fellow Rescuers emails. I’ll cry with them, I’ll laugh with them—and they will help me find the strength to go on.

But not today. There’s another email, another dog needing Rescue.

This piece is dedicated, with love and gratitude, to all Rescuers. Author Unknown Joan C. Fremo Sent to me by Susie.  Their work does not compare to anything else in the world.

Update note:  I received this as Author Unknown so it has probably been circulating around like that.  Some posters have made mention that this belongs to Joan Fremo, a woman dedicated to rescuing Great Pyrenees dogs.   I did a little checking and found many of her articles here at Suite101.   There was no author bio available but it linked to a screen name of pyrangel.  Searching on that, I found this note “A Tribute to a Pyrangel“.  Joan died January 25th, 2003.  Accompanying this note is this very same article – I want to Quit.

I finally have someone who loves me.  

As I lay in a pool of dirt and mud,
I felt a hand touch my matted fur.
My eyes looked up and saw,
An angel with sad eyes staring down at me.

The hands stroked my fur and the unfamiliar, touch puzzled, yet comforted me.
Can it be that I have already died,
Released from the never-ending agony of chains, neglect, bones grating cold ground?

My rescuer has picked me up from this backyard hell,
And bathed my skinny, dirty, bony body.
Releasing me from the heavy chains and the fleas,
Whose bites I long ago became accustomed to.

Now you have shown me, a soft touch, a hint of kindness, a kind word and a warm blanket overshadow the years of suffering when no one cared.

Can you see the love and gratitude in my eyes and the tiniest little wiggle in my tail?

I finally have someone who loves me.                                                                          


       I Rescued a Human Today – Dog Writings

Paw and Hand

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 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.

A tear fell down her cheek

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…

By Janine Allen


                                             They Put Me to Sleep Today

They Put me to sleep today,
Because you didn’t treat me right,

They put me to sleep today,
Because you didn’t teach me right,

They put me to sleep today,
Because I was afraid and decided to fight back.

They put me to sleep today,
Cause instead of a good dog, you gave me a kick.

They put me to sleep today,
Because you always said what a Bad dog I was.

They put me to sleep today,
Because I couldn’t think of anyone as nice.

They put me to sleep today,
Because I just had to bite.

They put me to sleep today,
Because you just weren’t nice.

They put me to sleep today,
Because you beat me when I barked.

They put me to sleep today,
Because you wouldn’t feed me all the time.

They put me to sleep today,
Because you yelled at me for being a dog.

They put me to sleep today,
Because you thought I was an object not a living breathing creature,

They put me to sleep today,
Because I had to defend myself from everyone.

They put me to sleep today,
Because you were a Monster.

They put me to sleep today,
Why don’t they put you to sleep instead?

Written for Jessie, The Yellow Lab Mix we had to put down on July 27th 2009

A Dog’s Prayer

It’s been too long I cannot wait, wait
Can’t hold me back gonna make it on my own some day
I will go into my dreams and fly away
I will go into my dreams and fly away

Dear God please send me somebody who’ll care
I’m tired of running, I’m sick with despair
My body is aching, it’s so racked with pain
And dear God I pray as I run in the rain
That someone will love me and give me a home
A warm cozy bed and a big juicy bone
My last owner tied me all day in the yard
Sometimes with no water and God that was hard!
So I chewed my leash God and I ran away
To rummage in garbage and to live as a stray.
But now God I’m tired and hungry and cold
And I’m so afraid that I’ll never grow old
They’ve chased me with sticks and hit me with stones
While I run the streets just looking for bones!
I’m not really bad God, please help if you can
For I have become just a “victim of man!”

It’s been too long I cannot wait, wait
Can’t hold me back gonna make it on my own some day
I will go into my dreams and fly away
I will go into my dreams and fly away.

I’m wormy dear God and I’m ridden with fleas
and all that I want is an owner to please!
If you find one for me God, I’ll try to be good
I won’t chew their shoes, and I’ll do as I should
I will love them, protect them and try to obey
When they tell me to sit, to lie down or to stay
I don’t think I’ll make it too long on my own
Cause I’m getting so weak and I’m Oh so alone
Each night as I sleep in the bushes I cry
Cause I’m so afraid God, that I’m gonna die
I’ve got so much love and devotion to give
That I should be given a new chance to live
So dear God please, please answer my prayer
and send me somebody who will really care
It’s all I’m really asking on this very day
Cause it’s been too long and I just can’t wait

It’s been too long I cannot wait,
can’t hold me back gonna make it on my own some day,
I will go into my dreams and fly away,
I will go into my dreams and fly away

By Deanna,


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