Rusted, dirty kennels litter the floor
Their occupants gave up after mistreat and gore.
A tiny pair of eyes begging you to help
In the small room where all things yelp.
But those blue, brimming eyes
Aren't close to a disguise,
For all the hurt and pain
These souls did nothing to gain.
"Who cares about them,
Their lives don't compare!"
But these statements are wrong
Why do they deserve to despair.
Old or new,
They still want nothing but to be loved by you.
And for your care they will return
A loyalty and love that will burn and burn.
Brighter than the sun
More playful than fun
Deeper than the ocean
More active than motion.
That heart beats for you alone
And when it stutters its final repeat,
Your own heart will be filled by a love that can't be beat.
One day you shall join them again in Heaven's fescue
And be forever glad you gave your heart to a rescue.