Wednesday, August 3, 2011

The Power of Words or I Rescued a Human Today

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 too 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. 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 save one. This story comes courtesy of my cousin. She also wrote that two cats adopted her this week. Cute. And very thought-provoking.


  1. I adopted two cats almost 8 years ago from a local shelter. What a joy they are!

  2. I've been talking to my husband about getting a cat.
    I lost my Aquila and Priscilla in the last three years.
    Aquila was 18
    Pris was a rescue, I had her 20 years.

  3. I have three cats and two dogs and all are adopted. :o) They are gifts.

  4. What a great post. I adopted both my girls. Sadie, a lab mix and KZ a wonderful antic of a pup who is part collie...we think.

    Leaving the rest of the dogs behind is always hard when I leave our wonderful shelter.

  5. I thought it was a great post, too. Somebody had a good ideal.