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Pet Prose and Poetry

 

  • Thoughts of a Feral

    Dedicated to all the kind and caring people who give the lonely ferals a little care, a little love, and a little hope.

    I sit beneath the bushes as she fills my dish each day,
    I only venture out to eat when she has gone away,
    I know it will upset her when I turn away and hide,
    As every day she tries her best to get me by her side.

    I wish I could let her know that I don't want to run,
    And hope that she will understand it is nothing that She's done.

    I'd like to have her stroke me and pat my weary head,
    But fear will overcome and I'll run and hide instead.

    For all the kindly people who feed the strays each day,
    I pray the Lord will care for them as they have cared for me today.

                                                                -Annette Easdon

 

  • A Prayer for Animals
 
Hear our humble prayer, O God, for our friends, the animals, especially for those who are suffering; for any that are lost or deserted or frightened or hungry.  We entreat for them all Thy mercy and pity, and for those who deal with them, we ask a heart of compassion and gentle hands and kindly words.  Make us, ourselves, to be true friends to animals and so to share the blessings of the merciful.  Albert Schweitzer
 
"If you have men who will exclude any of God's creatures from the shelter of compassion and pity, then you have men who will deal likewise with their fellow men." St. Francis of Assissi

 

 

  • The Animals' Prayer

    Treat us kindly, beloved friend, for no hearts in all the world are more
    grateful for this kindness than our loving hearts.

    Do not break our spirits with sticks, for though we may lick your hand
    between blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly
    teach us the things you would have us learn.

    Speak to us often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you
    must know by the fierce wagging of our tails and our deep-throated
    purrs when the sound of your footsteps falls upon our waiting ears.

    Please take us inside when it is cold and wet, for we are domesticated
    animals, no longer accustomed to bitter elements. We ask no greater
    glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth.

    Keep our bowls filled with fresh water, for we cannot tell you when
    we suffer thirst.

    Feed us clean food that we may stay well, to romp and play, and do
    your bidding, to walk by your side and stand ready, willing and able
    to protect you with our lives should your life be in danger.

    And, my friend, when we are very old and we no longer enjoy good
    health, hearing and sight, do not make heroic efforts to keep us going.
    We are not having any fun. Please see to it that our lives are taken
    gently. We shall leave this earth knowing with the last breath we
    draw that our fate was always safest in your hands.

     

 

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