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A HAPPY TALE
THE
SAGA OF
SONNY AND CHER
Now come and sit down
I've got something to
share
Yes, this is the saga
Of Sonny and Cher
It's a story that's true
And you might shed a tear
But you won't want to
miss
What you're going to hear
T'was a hot summer day
For Florida, not rare
But not a good day
For our Sonny and Cher
For someone had left them
That hot summer day
Why someone would do that
I just cannot say
They were left all alone
Two cats in a cage
Outside of a store
While the sun, it did
rage
As they sat close to
death
In the cage with no air
A rescuer came
To help Sonny and Cher
She rushed them inside
The doctors were there
They worked on the cats
And gave them good care
The cats soon recovered
Were petted and fed
They were given a cage
With toys and a bed
The people that found
then
Were caring and kind
A home for these orphans
Was first on their minds
While waiting for a home
And someone to love
They lived in the store
Cats below and above
Now Cher was a beauty
And really quite clever
She'd play for hours
With her favorite toy
feather
Sonny was quiet
But not one to hide
He was always content
To have Cher by his side
Cher too loved Sonny
The sly little miss
Would go up to his ear
And give him a kiss
So the people that found
them
Knew from the start
These cats were a pair
They could not be apart
Could they find them a
home?
Would someone take two?
As you might imagine
It would be hard to do
People came to adopt
Cats found dads and
mothers
But poor Sonny and Cher
Were not like these
others
No one wanted our two
I'm so sad to say
Our Sonny and Cher
Seemed doomed to stay
Then many months later
In fact, Christmas Eve
The store was just
closing
People ready to leave
When a wonderful man and
woman
Fell in love with Sonny
and Cher
They took the two home
To give them love and
care
Everyone rejoiced
Their wishes finally met
This would be a Christmas
No one would forget
But the happy ending
Did not last long
The woman was sick
Something was wrong
Though it broke their
hearts
They brought the cats
back
The doctor said the cats
Had caused the attack
Poor Sonny and Cher
Were orphans once more
They were back in their
cage
Their home was the store
Though many people came
And took a cat home
Sonny and Cher remained
They were still alone
Then one day a nice lady
Came into the store
She wanted one cat
But could not take more
She took a look around
And said she'd take Sonny
She filled out the papers
And paid out her money
The people that found
them
Knew in their heart
For the cats to find
homes
They must now be apart
So they sadly agreed
To let Sonny go home
Poor Cher had to stay
She would be all alone
But, then the nice lady
Had a change of mind
She left without our
Sonny
A home he did not find
Was this good or bad?
Would things ever turn
out right?
Well sometimes if your
wait
You find that they just
might
Because . . . .
The very next day
And this is a fact
The cats' Mom and Dad
returned
They wanted them back
What made the Mom sick
No one could name
But the doctor had told
them
The cats were not to
blame
The people that found
them
Were no longer sad
Now Sonny and Cher
Had a Mom and a Dad
Sonny and Cher were so
happy
They had a home at last
All their troubles and
woes
Were now in the past
So, as you go through
your life
Keep this story in mind
Though some people are
bad
Most are caring and kind
Life is not always easy
Things don't always go
right
You may want to give up
Just too tired to fight
So when life is unfair
When you're starting to
mope
Remember Sonny and Cher
And DON'T GIVE UP HOPE!
THE END
By Jane
(a
Florida Humane
Society Volunteer)
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WHAT
IT MEANS TO ADOPT A PET
Adoption
means to PERMANENTLY accept the new companion animal into one's life -
which includes sickness and health, good times and bad, and through all
the changes of life. Of course, The Florida Humane Society will take
back any animal it has placed for any reason. Having said this, we
would like you to consider a few things before you adopt...
Contact Us
The Florida Humane
Society
3870 North Powerline Road
Pompano Beach, Florida
33073
(954) 974-6152
The
Journey
by Crystal Ward Kent
When you bring a pet
into your life, you
begin a journey - a journey that will bring you more love and devotion
than you have ever known, yet
also test your strength and courage.
If you allow, the journey will teach you many things, about life, about
yourself, and most of all,
about love. You will
come away changed forever,
for one soul cannot touch another without leaving its mark.
Along the way, you will learn much about savoring life's simple
pleasures -jumping
in leaves, snoozing in the sun, the joys of puddles, and even the
satisfaction of a good scratch behind the ears.
If you spend much time outside, you will be taught how to truly
experience every
element, for no rock, leaf, or log will go unexamined, no rustling bush
will be overlooked, and even the very air will be inhaled, pondered,
and noted as being full of valuable information. Your pace may be
slower
- except when heading home to the food dish - but you will become a
better naturalist, having been taught by an expert in the field.
Too many times we hike on automatic pilot, our goal being to complete
the trail rather
than enjoy the journey. We miss the details - the colorful mushrooms
on the rotting log, the honeycomb in the old maple snag, the hawk
feather caught on a twig. Once we walk as a dog does, we discover a
whole
new world. We stop; we browse the landscape, we kick over leaves, peek
in tree holes, look up, down, all around. And we learn what any dog
knows: that nature has created a marvelously complex world that is full
of
surprises, that each cycle of the seasons bring ever changing wonders,
each day an essence all its own.
Even from indoors you will find yourself more attuned to the world
around you. You
will find yourself watching summer insects collecting on a screen.(How
bizarre they are! How many kinds there are!), or noting the flick and
flash of fireflies through the dark. You will stop to observe the
swirling dance of windblown leaves, or sniff the air after a rain. It
does not
matter that there is no objective in this; the point is in the doing,
in not letting life's most important details slip by.
You will find yourself doing silly things that your pet-less friends
might not
understand: spending thirty minutes in the grocery aisle looking for
the
cat food brand your feline must have, buying dog birthday treats,
or driving around the block an extra time because your pet enjoys the
ride.
You will roll in the snow, wrestle with chewie toys, bounce
little rubber balls till your eyes cross, and even run around the house
trailing your bathrobe tie - with a cat in hot pursuit - all in the
name
of love.
Your house will become muddier and hairier. You will wear less dark
clothing and buy
more lint rollers. You may find dog biscuits in your pocket or purse,
and feel the need to explain that an old plastic shopping bag
adorns your living room rug because your cat loves the crinkly sound.
You will learn the true measure of love - the steadfast, undying kind
that says, "It
doesn't matter where we are or what we do, or how life treats us as
long
as we are together." Respect this always. It is the most precious gift
any living soul can give another. You will not find it often among the
human race.
And you will learn humility. The look in my dog's eyes often made me
feel ashamed. Such
joy and love at my presence. She saw not some flawed human who could be
cross and stubborn, moody or rude, but only her wonderful
companion. Or maybe she saw those things and dismissed them as mere
human
foibles, not worth considering, and so chose to love me anyway.
If you pay attention and learn well, when the journey is done, you will
be not just a
better person, but the person your pet always knew you to be - the one
they
were proud to call beloved friend.
I must caution you that this journey is not without pain. Like all
paths
of true love, the
pain is part of loving. For as surely as the sun sets, one day your
dear
animal companion will follow a trail you cannot yet go down.
And you will have to find the strength and love to let them go. A pet's
time on earth is
far too short - especially for those that love them. We borrow them,
really, just for awhile, and during these brief years they are generous
enough to give us all their love, every inch of their spirit and heart,
until
one day there is nothing left.
The cat that only yesterday was a kitten is all too soon old and frail
and sleeping in
the sun. The young pup of boundless energy wakes up stiff and lame,
the muzzle now gray. Deep down we somehow always knew that this journey
would end. We knew that if we gave our hearts they would be broken.
But give them we must for it is all they ask in return. When the time
comes, and the
road curves ahead to a place we cannot see, we give one final gift and
let
them run on ahead - young and whole once more. "Godspeed, good
friend," we say, until our journey comes full circle and our paths cross
again.
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Adoption
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Adoption.
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The
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The
Story of Ugly
Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly
was. Ugly
was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world:
fighting, eating garbage, and, shall we say, love.
The
combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had
their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye and where the
other should have been was a hole. He was also missing his ear on the
same side, his left foot appeared to have been badly broken at one
time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was
always turning the corner.
Ugly
would
have been a dark gray tabby, striped type, except for the sores
covering his head, neck, and even his shoulders.
Every
time
someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. "That's one UGLY cat!!!"
All
the
children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him,
hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or
shut his paws in the door when he would not leave. Ugly always had the
same reaction.
If
you turned
the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up
and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body
around your feet in forgiveness.
Whenever
he
spied children, he would come running, meowing frantically and bump his
head against their hands, begging for their love.
If
you ever
picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt,
earrings, whatever he could find.
One
day Ugly
shared his love with the neighbor's dogs. They did not respond kindly,
and Ugly was badly mauled. I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I
got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly's sad life was almost
at an end.
As I
picked
him up and tried to carry him home, I could hear him wheezing and
gasping, and could feel him struggling. It must be hurting him
terribly, I thought.
Then
I felt a
familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear. Ugly, in so much pain,
suffering and obviously dying, was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled
him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then
he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct
sound of purring.
Even
in the
greatest pain, that ugly battled scarred cat was asking only for a
little affection, perhaps some compassion.
At
that
moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had
ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, try to get away
from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely
trusting in me to relieve his pain.
Ugly
died in
my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long
time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray
could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of
spirit, to love so totally and truly.
Ugly
taught
me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or
talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful.
He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside,
and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply.
To give my total to those I cared for.
Many
people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but
for me...
I will always try to
be
Ugly.
-author
unknown
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