January 23, 2008
The Old Ones
The Old Ones
One by one they pass my cage,
Too old, too worn, too broken, no way.
Way past his prime he can’t run and play,
Then they shake their heads slowly and go on their way.
A little old man, arthritic and sore,
It seems I am not wanted anymore.
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 was wrong.
Whatever excuse they made in their head
Can’t justify how they left me for dead.
Now I sit in this cage, where day after day,
The younger dogs get adopted away.
When I had almost come to the end of my rope,
You saw my face and I finally had hope.
You saw through the grey, and the legs bent with age,
And felt I still had life beyond the cage.
You took me home, gave me food and a bed,
And shared your own pillow with my poor tired head.
We snuggle and play, and you talk to me low,
You love me so dearly and want me to know.
I may have lived most of my life with another,
But you outshine them with a love so much stronger.
I promise to return all the love I can give,
To You, my dear person, as long as I live.
I may be with you for a week or for years,
We will share many smiles, you will no doubt shed tears.
And when the time comes that God deems I must leave,
I know you will cry and your heart will grieve.
And 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.
-Author Unknown

Although the author of the above is unknown, I would like to thank him or her for understanding the plight an older dog faces at an animal shelter. I am using the poem as an introduction to Watson, a 15 year old Dachshund, who is up for adoption at the Basset Hound Ranch.
It is believed that his human companion passed away and younger family members were unable to provide him a home. Obviously, they were not breed savvy or they would not have thought him to be a Basset Hound, but that is beside the point.
My daughter Kristi brought Watson home with her for a few days, but due to problems beyond her control, she was unable to keep him. The problems were not caused by Watson, with whom she fell in love at first sight and who not only was tolerant of the babies, but who was indeed, a gentleman dog with the best of manners.
So Watson is back at the Basset Hound Rescue and although safe and well-fed, I am certain he would love a warm, secure and loving home for his final days. If you live in Southern California and this touches your heart and if you have room for an old Doxie who is a bundle of love, let me know either through a comment or an email. I will be happy to put you in touch with the rescue group.
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