Upon Brittany's lap, brave Griffin leaped, With licks and love, a promise to keep. Through doors of learning, side by side, They ventured forth, with pride as their guide.
A wheelchair's challenge, met with grace, Griffin's service found its place. In hallways long and classrooms wide, He fetched and carried, by her side.
Complex pain, a shadow looming, In darker days, despair blooming. Yet, Griffin's warmth drove clouds away, Made brighter nights, and sunnier days.
At Clarkson's gates, they both did strive, With occupational goals, they'd thrive. A degree pursued, not just for one, But shared in spirit, work well done.
The cap and gown awaited there, For both their heads, a pair so rare. The university saw it clear— To honor Griffin, as peer to peer.
So parchment given, with pride and cheer, For a loyal dog, who held so dear A heart so true, and a cause so right— Griffin, a graduate, shining bright.
In a cradle of whispers, soft and keen, Lie the most beautiful puppies ever seen. Fur like whispers of dawn's first light, Eyes aglow with stars so bright.
Each tiny heart beats a rhythm so pure, Awaiting a love, tender and sure. Unforeseen, like a summer rain, They wait for someone to ease their pain.
In the stillness, their small breaths rise, Hope glimmers deep within their eyes. A gentle touch, a caring hand, To lead them into love's warm land.
May each soul find its destined part, A forever home, a fresh new start. For in the dance of life's embrace, These puppies seek a human's grace.
So pure, so poised in patient wait, Each heartbeat pens its own sweet fate. In fields of joy, they'll soon run free, Loved forever, as they're meant to be.
In the twilight of duty's call, K9 Kona stood proud and tall. Through streets and shadows, a guardian true, In the line of duty, courage he drew.
A muzzle of honor, a badge of peace, He served with heart, his oath did not cease. But when the time came to rest and retire, Kona found not the comfort of a warm hearth's fire.
Abandoned to cold shelter walls, Where echoes of loneliness softly call. A hero forgotten, in his time of need, A faithful servant, yet hearts still bleed.
O, let us remember the loyalty so deep, Of police dogs who their watch did keep. After years of service, through danger and fear, They deserve love, not a lonely tear.
Raise your voice for Kona, take a stand, For every service dog across the land. May we give them joy, as they retire, A life of peace is all they require.
In the quiet corners of a shelter dim, A kind soul entered, her mission grim. She sought not youth with a frolic's leap, But the oldest heart, long left to keep.
"Who bears the weight of years untold?" She asked, her voice both firm and bold. We led her to old Jake's side, Where hope, not just the dog, had died.
Jake's eyes, once bright, now softly glowed, His face told stories of roads less trod. With cancer's mark and skin worn thin, He'd watched his chances grow ever dim.
Melani knelt, her gaze met his, In that still moment, born was bliss. Not just a rescue, simple and plain, But love's pure pact, forged in silent pain.
For her, no beast too frail or old, Her heart a sanctuary, brave and bold. She came not for a companion's grace, But to cradle a fading soul, a last embrace.
Now Jake, in his twilight's tender clutch, Feels the love he craved so much. God bless the woman with strength to choose The one most lost, with least to lose.
Heroes walk among us, saints unseen, Who look beyond what is, to what might have been. Thank Melani, with voices loud! For loving the forgotten, she stands proud.
In these days, my naps stretch longer, And walks are gentle strolls along. Where once I zoomed, now I shuffle, Squirrels watch my fetching game go wrong.
My fur's lost some of its springy bounce, With grey whispers around my muzzle's frame. To some, this might spell sadness, Missing youthful leaps, a wilder game.
But these golden years? I treasure each one, No chew toy could weigh the same. Butterflies escape my slower steps, Yet every flower's scent calls my name.
My barks have softened, a quiet hush, Yet love shines in my gaze, undimmed, No couch leaps, but in my human's lap, Views unfold, and life's edges, trimmed.
Gentle nudges replace playful nips, Our bond deepens beyond measure. With age comes calm, a whispered wisdom, Each moment now a cherished treasure.
No longer a pup, yet my heart swells With love and loyalty, rich and bold. So here's to us, the seasoned souls, With stories of love and loyalty, told.
May our naps be long, our treats abound, In this gentle, golden hold. A toast to the noble, aged hearts, Where love and life beautifully unfold.
In the quiet whispers of dawn, you’ll find, That time has streaked grey through your loyal friend’s fur, Once a vibrant youth, now serenely refined, His eyes, a soft cloud, his steps unsure.
Remember the days, unmarked and wide, When he bounded through fields, his spirit untamed? Now he ambles beside, with a dignified stride, Through the silence where once his excitement flamed.
Children grow, they stretch and reach high, Blazing through life with a voracious thirst. But your dog, steadfast under the same sky, Watches time pass, from last to first.
He was there—before love painted your world, Before joy and heartbreak were through your door. When solitude around your heart curled, His warmth was the comfort you lived for.
Through every upheaval, he was the constant, true, From apartment to house, through every shift. In your darkest moments, when few understood you, His presence alone was a sacred gift.
Cherish the naps, the walks, each moment spent, For he doesn’t complain, though his pace has slowed. Each day a treasure, silently lent, On the unspoken pact to which he’s bowed.
One day you’ll notice his lagging tread, His need to rest, mid-path, grown deep. And you’ll recall the years that sped, Through each shared journey, his promise to keep.
Nobody warns, the days discreetly flee, With the dog who has seen all shades of you. Cherish him now, let your heart see The beauty of years carried through.
So hold him close, with love that clings, Through whispered names and soft, slow walks. For in the echoes of the love he brings, Lies the deepest talk you’ll ever talk.
In a field where the stern are revered, A Labrador’s grin broadly appeared. Roger, not one for the line, For sniffing out crime, Was “too friendly,” and thus, out he veered.
Trained young for the tasks of the law, Taiwan’s customs found one glaring flaw. Not a trace of the mean, In his warm eyes a sheen, For the narcotics patrol, he’d withdraw.
Yet, where strict doors closed, windows flung wide, In earthquake’s harsh wake he’d reside. Through rubble and fear, His mission was clear, A rescuer with bounds none could hide.
Lee saw past the bounds of the norm, In disasters, he’d eagerly swarm. With a sniff and a bound, Lost souls he found, From tragedy, hope he’d transform.
A quake shook the roots of Taiwan, Roger’s heart and his legs carried on. The temblor’s fierce dance, Gave this pup one more chance, To prove worth beyond what’s gone.
“Too friendly?” A fault turned to gold, In the tales of his rescues, retold. Though his service concludes, And quietude broods, Roger’s legacy will warmly hold.
So here’s to the dog too affable, Whose saga proves rather adaptable. From misfit to hero, His count not near zero, In hearts and in history, he’s graspable.
In the shelter’s embrace, under watchful eyes,Matt paced through the days, under silent skies.Day six seventy-six, just another day,Among familiar faces, in his quiet way.
Routine was his comfort, the staff his steady crew,The kennel walls, his boundaries, a world he thought he knew.But Saturday brought changes, in waves both thick and fast,Goodbyes echoed in the corridors, memories of the past.
Volunteers, with teary eyes, bade farewell without a hug,Treats tossed into his space, their departure snug.Staff members too, with somber tones, joined the farewell spree,A puzzle to Matt’s mind, “Who’ll look after me?”
Then, a moment of pure joy, a reunion so sweet,Kenai, his brother, for a playful meet.Romping in the yard, a memory reborn,A fleeting happiness, in the heart of Matt, worn.
Yet, amidst the strangeness, a twist was to unfold,A folder full of “Matt Facts,” stories told.And there, among the pages, a surprise lay in wait,“Adoption Paperwork,” sealed by fate.
The stranger, now a father, to Matt’s heart a key,Together with Kenai, a family they’d be.No more kennel walls, no more waiting in the shade,A journey to forever, together they made.
After years in the shelter’s hold, Matt found his dream, A home, a family, a place to redeem. In his new dad’s SUV, to the future, they did steer, Matt’s tale of hope, a reminder that love is always near.
Created by
MarkWaldrop
