'Twas The Night Before Christmas...Rescued Fur Angels *:)
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With this blog now reaching over 1.6 million readers. I found this poem to be the perfect time to remind those who will be welcoming new fur angels into their homes this holiday season the importance of caring for another life.
Knowing that many families will be purchasing or adopting this holiday season. As a gift for a child or children. This poem serves as a reminder that all of God's creatures, both big and small, are not just mere pets. They become part of your family. Not temporary... permanently.
Animals, fur angels, are living, breathing lives and should not be purchased as a mere gift unless you plan on making them a permanent part of your family.
Far too many shelters and rescue organizations all around the world see far too many families lacking the responsibility, time, attention and love that goes into caring for a new fur baby. Animals become every bit a part of your family. If you do not have the time, love and attention that goes into being a responsible human parent. Then please do not purchase or adopt animals as a Christmas gift.
So many fur angels are welcomed during this holiday season into millions of homes on a temporary basis. Then find themselves placed into thousands of kennels, shelters and rescue organizations.
If this poem touches at least one human being and saves at least one fur angel. Then this poem has served it's purpose. Please share this poem during the holiday season. And remember... fur angels are not temporary. Fur angels are a permanent member of your family.
As we celebrate our Christmas and upcoming new year with all of our rescued fur angels. I pray that you too are as blessed as we are with such unconditional love that comes from all of God's creatures, both big and small.
'Twas the Night Before Christmas...Rescued Fur Angels
Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
With nary a thought of the dog in their heads.
And mamma in her kerchief and I in my cap,
Knew he was cold, but who cared about that?
When out on the lawn there rose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
The dog must be loose; he’s into the trash!
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Santa Claus with eyes full of tears.
He unchained the dog, once so lively and quick,
Last year’s Christmas gift, now thin and sick.
More rapid than eagles, he called the dogs name,
And the dog went right to him, despite all his pain.
Now DASHER, Now DANCER, Now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On COMET, on CUPID, on DONNER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!!
Let’s find him a home where he’ll be loved by all!!
I knew in an instant there were no gifts this year.
For Santa had made our mistake very clear.
The gift of a dog is not just for the season,
We had gotten a pup for all the wrong reasons.
In our haste to think of a gift for the kids,
There was something important that we had missed.
A dog should be family, and cared for the same.
You don’t give a gift, then put it on a chain.
And I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight,
“YOU WERE GIVEN A GIFT!! YOU WERE GIVEN A LIFE.”
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Updated: December 26, 2017 8:34 AM EST