In Dedication to my babies Leroy & Lacey...sadly missed every day...

Through Lost Eyes




Come see the world through the “Eyes of the Lost”,
Come feel the pain, come pay the cost
You see them in alleyways, hiding in doors,
They shiver in winter, they’re soaked when it pours
Some may have once known a better life
Then abandoned alone to this world of strife

Their food’s from the dumpsters, or off of the street,
Their throats grow parched in the summer heat
In their fear and confusion, they quietly cry
While still others must watch their little ones die
Coats filled with fleas, mats and tatters
They soon find out how little things matter

Their bellies are empty, their spirits are torn,
Still they search on till their paws are worn,
My friend, I challenge you If you dare
I ask, if you say you truly care
Don’t close your ears to the little ones cries,
See life…just this once
“Through Lost Eyes”

By Kelli O Kersell

Dedicated to all the strays and ferals who struggle to make it each day

Special Needs Pets Deserve Love Too....

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the 4 pups. And set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of little boy. "Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies."

"Well," said the farmer,
as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck,
"These puppies come from fine parents
and cost a good deal of money."

The boy dropped his head for a moment.
Then reaching deep into his pocket,
he pulled out a handful of change
and held it up to the farmer.

"I've got thirty-nine cents.
Is that enough to take a look?"

"Sure," said the farmer.
And with that he let out a whistle.
"Here, Dolly!" he called.
Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran
Dolly followed by four little balls of fur.

The little boy pressed his face against the chain
link fence. His eyes danced with delight.

As the dogs made their way to the fence,
the little boy noticed something else stirring inside
the doghouse slowly another little ball appeared, this one
noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat
awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing
its best to catch up..

"I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to
the runt. The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said,
"Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play
with you like these other dogs would."

With that the little boy stepped back from the
fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his
trousers.

In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down
both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe.

Looking back up at the farmer, he said,
"You see sir, I don't run too well myself,
and he will need someone who understands."

With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and
picked up the little pup.

Holding it carefully handed it to the little boy.

"How much?" asked the little boy. "No charge,"
answered the farmer, "There's no charge for love."

The world is full of people who need someone who
understands.

This is my beloved Leroy who was taken from me intentionally on November 13, 2007 by gunshot wound to the head at the hands of my ex-husband. I will love him till the day I pass and reunite with him in God's Kingdom of Heaven. PLEASE SIGN MY PETITION TO BRING MY EX-HUSBAND TO JUSTICE FOR HIS ACTIONS IN TAKING THE LIVES OF MY 2 BEAUTIFUL BABIES BY CLICKING ON THE FOLLOWING LINK

This is my Pretty Girl Lacey....Leroy's sister who was also taken from me and my boys on November 13, 2007 by gunshot wound to the head at the hands of my ex-husband. She will also be greatly missed until we meet again. Visit ASPCA Online Community

Dear Shelter Dog:
I wanted to address this letter to you by name-but sadly, you do not have one. First and foremost I want you to know that you are loved. You are thought of and prayed for each and every day by many kind people I want you to know that you did nothing wrong: you simply couldn't, for
wrong doing is not in your nature
I don't know what cruel twist of fate brought you to this place, but I doknow that you do not deserve to be here
I don't know it if was decided that you were too large or too small, if you
barked too much or too little, if someone became allergic to you or if
it was simply decided one day that you were an inconvenience
I don't know if the children that you were given to lost interest in
you when you were not a puppy anymore and no longer considered cute or fun
I don't know if you became too old or too sick or if your medical problems became too expensive
I don't know if you simply lost your way one day
I am not sure if you were thrown from a car or dropped off by the side
of a road, left behind-you may have waited patiently, bewildered, wondering why those you loved never came back
I don't know if your family moved away and decided not to take you
I don't know if you were tortured-taught to fight against your will,
and when you loyally obeyed you were punished further by being brought here
I don't know if your owner died not wanting to leave you behind
What I do know is this: you are important and you are loved
I do know that I want to hold you and take away your pain.
I want to show you the love and kindness that you deserve
I want you to know that it breaks my heart when I can't save you
I want you to know that you are special.
Just as special, just as important as any dog living in a home now-because any of those dogs could be you
You come in all sizes shapes and colors.
You have unique personalities and behaviors.
It saddens me that the beauty of your kind soul will never be
known and cannot be shared from your jail cell
You may not have a name but you do have a soul and I do know that one
day there will be peace for you
God will shower you with the love and warmth you deserve.
You will run through the greenest of pastures and feel the warm sun on your face.
You will have your very own toys to play with and a comfortable bed to call your own. You will never be sick; feel pain or be lonely again.
Your fur will shine and your tail will wag You are loved, and you are wanted.
Your pleading eyes have burned holes in the hearts of all of us who love you; this is something that I really want you to know
I want to end my letter to you with a promise.
I promise that I will work towards putting an end to shelter life because this is not a place for a beautiful soul like yours.
I want to look into your loving warm eyes and tell you that there is
hope; I want you to know that this fight will continue for as long as it
takes-it will continue until you are free