I'll never forget some years ago,
when the very first call came in.
It's little life in this old world,
was slowly coming to an end.
The fear...the panic...the desperation
all filled his weary eyes
As long as I live I'll never forget
the pain that filled his cries.
Please...I'm begging, don't let me die
I want so much to live.
I want someone to just help me
...I have so much to give
I don't understand the pain inside
that leaves my body cold.
This driving fear that steady wracks
my scared and tortured soul.
This lonliness engulfing me
has become to hard to bear.
this heart inside me needs to know
that someone out there cares.
His pleading eyes that stared at me
revealed all this to me.
His journey here...into my heart
was what God meant to be.
As I looked upon his shattered body
...and inhaled his mutilation
Inside my soul...I knew I shared
his total desperation.
With his taut and mangled body there
our eyes were intertwined
The torture that claimed his weary life
It now...was claiming mine.
I told him the road ahead was long
...and the journey would be unsure
...It has to be as kindred spirits
and together...we can endure.
He seemed to grasp my every thought
and I felt his trust begin.
As I held him gently to my heart
...he knew he had a friend.
Take any fear...any thoughts that he might not make it and
replace them with strength and the assurance that the two
of you can win. As much as he needs vet
care and medications
...the will to live and the ability to fight for life and
and believe in his self is a big part of making it. If any
life gives up and believes it is going to die...the war is
already over before life ever leaves the body.
It is a tough road you travel with him...he can be a tyrant
and the times your bitten will be many...it is part of the fight. Just always remember...he loves you and he needs you.