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IT MATTERS
As I walked along the seashore
This young boy greeted me.
He was tossing stranded starfish
Back to the deep blue sea.
I said "Tell me why you bother,
Why you waste your time this way.
There's a million stranded starfish
Does it matter, anyway?"
And he said, "It matters
to this one.
It deserves a chance to grow.
It matters to this one.
I can't save them all I know.
But it matters to this one,
I'll return it to the sea.
It matters to this one,
And it matters to me."
I walked into the shelter,
Ginny greeted me.
She was helping Hope learn to trust.
She was struggling I could see.
I said, "Tell me why you bother,
Why you waste your time this way.
Hope's only one of thousands,
Does it matter anyway?"
And she said, "It matters
to this one.
She deserves a chance to grow.
It matters to this one.
I can't save them all I know.
But it matters to this one,
I'll help her be what she can be.
It matters to this one,
And it matters to me."
(HOPE:
Found in an appalling condition after travelling over 10.000 sea
miles from Taiwan for 6 weeks in a sealed container. See her
picture on
sponsor page )
WHEN THE TIME
COMES
If it should be
that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep
Then will you do what must be done
For this – the last battle – cannot be won
You will be sad I understand
But don’t let grief then stay your hand
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test
We have had so many happy years
You wouldn’t want me to suffer so
When the time comes
Please let me go
Take me to where my needs they’ll tend
Only, stay with me until the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no
longer see
I know in time you will agree
It’s a kindness that you do for me
Although my tail it last has waved
From pain and suffering I have been saved
Don’t grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do
We’ve been so close – we two – these years
Don’t let your
THIS OLD CAT:
I'm getting on in years,
my coat is turning grey.
My eyes have lost their lustre,
my hearings just okay.
I spend my whole day dreaming
of conquests in my past,
lying near a sunny window.
Waiting for its warm repast.
I remember our first visit,
I was coming to you free,
hoping you would take me in
and keep me company.
I wasn't young or handsome;
two years I'd roamed the street.
There were scars upon my face,
I hobbled on my feet.
I could sense your disappointment
as I left my prison cage.
Oh, I hoped you would accept me
and look beyond my age.
You took me out of pity,
I accepted without shame.
Then you grew to love me,
and I admit the same.
I have shared with you your laughter;
you have wet my fur with tears.
We've come to know each other
throughout these many years.
Just one more hug this morning
before you drive away,
and know I'll think about you
throughout your busy day.
The time we've left together
is a treasured time at that.
My heart is yours forever.
I promise . . . This Old Cat.
Author Unknown
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"PRAYER OF A STRAY"
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 I can call my own
My last owner neglected me and chased me away
To rummage in garbage and live as a stray.
But now God I'm tired and hungry and cold.
And I'm afraid that I'll never grow old.
They've chased me with sticks and hit me with stones
While I run in 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!"
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 run away and I'll do as I should.
I don't think I'll make it to long on my own,
Cause I'm getting so weak and I'm so all alone.
Each night as I sleep in the bushes I cry,
Cause I'm so afraid God, that I'm gonna die!
And 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...
Adapted from John Quealy Prayer of a Stray
STRAY CAT
Oh,
what unhappy twist of fate
Has brought you homeless to my gate?
The gate where once another stood
To beg for shelter, warmth, and food
For from that day I ceased to be
The master of my destiny.
While he, with purr and velvet paw
Became within my house the law.
He scratched the furniture and shed
And claimed the middle of my bed.
He ruled in arrogance and pride
And broke my heart the day he died.
So if you really think, oh Cat,
I’d willingly relive all that
Because you come forlorn and thin
Well...don’t just stand there...Come on in!
...Francis Witham
THE TREE GLIMMERS:
The tree glimmers in the
moonlight;
it's leaves upon the ground from past cold days.
A small whimper can be heard as the hedgehogs walk past.
She has made her bed for the night,
thanking the tree for shedding its leaves.
Her tummy cries and asks for food, but there is nothing to eat.
All I want is a nice warm bed and a lap to purr on and be someone's best
friend.
But here I lay once again my tummy empty on my bed of rustling leaves.
A small whimper is heard and maybe a last big sigh.
Please give me a home before I die.
SAMI
In our
garden is
a tree,
a fir by name and certainly not wee!
Along came Sami, my "ginger pest",
to climb the giant was his main quest.
Up upon the branch he leapt,
Initially proving quite adept,
But fright set in at about six feet
He hadn't realised it was so steep.
Instead of calling it a day,
He climbed and climbed up all the way;
from thirty feet up he sat and cried,
His poor old "Mum" could just have died!
The authorities said give it 24 hours,
He'll get fed up, we're due for showers,
but by this time it began to pour
and the little kitten climbed even more.
To the rescue came a local man,
A ladder accompanying him, as he ran,
Up he climbed, grabbed little Sami by the collar,
Goodness did he meow and holler!
Was I pleased he was back upon the ground,
Soaking wet, but safe and sound,
From this minute on he is staying in
He's banned, no matter how loud the din!!
~ By
Margi Bowman
Please do not read this if you have a queasy tummy and it is a little
naughty some may say nasty (but true). I don't know where I got it from or if I
made it up, all I know is I seem to have known it forever, which in my
case is sadly
a very long time.
Quick quick the
cats been sick, hasten, hasten fetch the basin, alas, alas, t'was all in
vain the cat has licked it up again |
