Once I was a lonely dog, just looking for a home.
I had no place to go, no one to call my own.
I wandered up and down the streets, in rain, in
heat and snow.
I ate whatever I could find, I was always on the go.
My skin would itch, my feet were sore, my body
ached with pain.
And no one stopped to give a pat or to gently say my
name. I never saw a loving glance, I was always on the
run. For people thought that hurting me was really lots of
And then one day I heard a voice...so gentle, kind and
And arms so soft reached down to me and took me off my
"No one again will hurt you," was whispered in my ear.
"You'll have a home to call your own where you will
know no fear."
"You will be dry, you will be warm, you'll have enough
to eat. And rest assured that when you sleep, your dreams will
all be sweet." I was afraid I must admit, I've lived so long in fear.
I can't remember when I let a human come so near.
And as she tended to my wounds and bathed and
brushed my fur
She told me 'bout the rescue group and what it meant
to her. She said, "We are a circle, a line that never ends.
And in the center there is you protected by new
"And all around you are the ones that check the
pounds, and those that share their home after you've been
found, and all the other folk are searching near and far,
to find the perfect home for you, where you can be a star."
She said, "There is a family, that's waiting patiently,
and pretty soon we'll find them, just you wait and
see. Then they'll join our circle they'll help to make
it grow, so there'll be room for more like you, who
have no place to go."
I waited very patiently, the days they came and went.
Today's the day I thought, my family will be sent.
Then just when I began to think it wasn't meant to be,
there were people standing there, just gazing down at
me. I knew them in a heart beat, I could tell they felt it
too. They said, "We have been waiting for a special dog
like you."
Now every night I say a prayer to all the gods that
be. "Thank you for the life I live and all you've given
me. But most of all, protect the dogs in the pound and on
the street. And send a Rescue Person to lift them off their feet."

When I  (Arlene Pace) wrote this poem it was inspired
by my foster Sheltie, Patchie, who by the way is in a
home where he is the light of their eyes. I think now
that it is more in the way I see the rescue efforts of
all the people that are doing such a great a job all
over this country. So I wish to dedicate this poem to
all of you in rescue, the doers, the helpers, the donors
of money and/or time and tears.
A  Poem About A Rescue Dog