In Memory of Yoda

My Mum came across this poem recently and thought we would publish it in our blog for all the oldies out there in rescue and for those who are kind enough to take them in especially our big-hearted furiends @S_and_V_Clark who are mourning the loss of the wonderfully sweet and gentle @Yoda_Clark

One by One

One by one they pass by my cage

Too old, too worn, too broken they say

Way past his time, he can’t run and play

They shake their heads and go on their way

A little old man arthritic and sore

It seems that I am wanted no more

I once had a home, I once had a bed

A place that was warm and where I was fed

Now my muzzle is grey and my eyes slowly fail

Who wants a dog so old and so frail?

My family decided I didn’t belong

I got in their way, my attitude wrong

Now I sit in this kennel, where day after day

The young ones are chosen and taken away

When I had come to the end of my rope

You saw my face and again I knew hope

You saw past the grey, the legs wobbly with age

And felt I deserved life beyond this cage

You took me home, gave me food and a bed

You gently stroked my poor tired head

We snuggle and play, you talk to me low

You love me so dearly and make sure I know

Although I have lived most of my life with another

You outshine them with a love so much stronger

I promise to return all the love I can give

To you my dear friend, as long as I live

I may be with you for a week, or for years

We will share many smiles, and a few tears

When 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.

Lisa McCaskie