God makes my little tail wiggle with delight, In the morning's glow, or the soft moonlight. Life's twists and turns, we cannot foresee, Yet love's gentle touch sets our spirits free.
A dog’s love, pure and true, like heaven’s grace, Brings joy to our hearts, a warm embrace. They teach us kindness, patience, and care, In their eyes, we find a love so rare.
Through wagging tails and playful barks, They light up our lives, leave lasting marks. They give us love, unconditionally, And we return it, naturally.
But there's more to this bond, so deep and strong, In their presence, we feel we belong. For in loving them, we learn to be kind, To open our hearts, and broaden our mind.
God’s hand in each moment, subtle yet clear, Through the love of a dog, He draws us near. They make us better, their love is divine, In their company, God’s blessings shine.
So, cherish each moment, each wag of the tail, For in loving them, we can never fail. God makes my little tail wiggle, it's true, Through the love of a dog, His love shines through.
In the fading light of a working day's end, A lonely figure, small and astray, Amidst the asphalt's cold, indifferent gray, A little soul with no one to defend.
No collar grace his neck, no friend in sight, Just ceaseless cries that filled the evening air, A plea for rescue from the depths of despair, A beacon of need in the swift falling night.
To the vet we went, a hope newly found, His identity unknown, a mystery deep, No chip to reveal a name to keep, In his eyes, a silence profound.
So I whispered a promise soft and clear, "Let's be a family, you and I," Underneath the vast, unending sky, A pact sealed with joy, a future near.
Now he sleeps, in a bed gently laid, Dreams weaving through each peaceful breath, From streets cold with neglect to warmth 'neath my eaves, In dreams, he frolics, unafraid.
His first photo captures a smile so sweet, A moment of bliss, pure and true, Thankful for a life begun anew, A journey of love with more to greet.
Thank you, little one, for choosing me, In the unexpected hour, you came to stay, Animals choose us, in their own special way, Together, a new chapter, a family.
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.
