Sunday, July 22, 2012
URGENT DEATH ROW FEMALE DOG.
URGENT DEATH ROW FEMALE DOG.
My name is SADE. My Animal I.D. is A0937671. I am a young and lovely 18-months-old female white and tan Pit Bull Mix. I am a very friendly family dog, and I love children, cats and dogs as well. I am at the Manhattan Center Shelter in New York City this day. I am scheduled to be destroyed tomorrow, Monday, July 23, 2012. I've got just a few more hours to live, if you do not call and rescue me soon... PLEASE, I BEG YOU, SAVE MY LIFE!!
The Link is: www.nycacc.org
The Address is: 326 East 110th Street, New York, NY. 10029.
Phone Number: (212) 788-4000.
My name is Poet Starry Dawn. I am presently located in South America, and I am unable to rescue this gorgeous female dog at this point. But, if you call and rescue her now, I promise that when I'll get back to New York in the near future, I'll offer $1,000.00 dollars for this baby, if you save and keep her life now. She only has a few more hours to live, if she is not rescued.
I wish to be HONEST with all of you. I let you know that I do NOT have a HOME in the States, since I've been living abroad for a long time. In other words, I would have to find a home for me first, if I wish to provide shelter for loving pets. You see, I am an American lady, but my hubby is from overseas. I met him in one of my journeys round the world. Of course, I'll finally settle down back home in the States, after my hubby -E.R. Chief Physician Surgeon at a Public Hospital Overseas- retire from his long time medical practice of his entire lifetime.
The Manhattan Center begins to euthanize animals at 6 a.m.
Please, CALL BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE!!
Thank you in advance for your caring help!!
Poet Starry Dawn.
I've found a POEM that is suitable to share with all readers. It is called:
"WILL YOU HELP ME UNPACK IN YOUR HOME and REST?"
Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed,
All nicely tucked up in my warm new bed.
I'd like to open my baggage, lest I forget,
There is so much to carry, so much to regret.
Yes, there it is, right on top.
Let's unpack loneliness, heartache and loss;
And there by my leash hides fear and shame.
As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave,
I still have to unpack my baggage called pain.
I loved them, the others, the ones who left me,
But I wasn't good enough, for they didn't want me.
Will you add to my baggage? Will you help me unpack?
Or will you just look at my things
And take me right back?
Do you have the time to help me unpack?
To put away my baggage, to never repack?
I pray that you do, I am so tired you see,
But I do come with some baggage...
Will you still want me?
All feral animals, even humans, have some kind of load in their back, called baggage.
But, the tragedy is that when we let our baggage keep us from helping them unpack.
WILL YOU BE ABLE TO HELP SOMEHOW!!...