One by one they pass by my cage. Too old, too worn, too broken-down way. I once had a home. I once had a bed. A place that was warm and where I was fed. Whatever excuse they made in their head, can't justify how they left me for dead. I may have lived most of my life with another, but you outshine them with a love like no other.
And as the younger dogs got adopted away, you picked me and saw past the gray, that I had much life beyond this cage. You took me home and
I promised to return all the love I could give. To you---my dear person as long as I live. I may be with you a week or many years, And when I the time comes that God deems I must leave, I know you will cry and your heart it will grieve. When I arrive at the bridge, all brand new, my thoughts and my heart will still be with you. And I will brag to all who will hear, of the person who made my last days so dear.
Adopt a slightly older dog now! Excerpts from a poem by Leslie Whalen for her senior rescue dog