If I could only open my heart, and say what I truly feel, Would anyone really listen, to what my broken heart conceals. It starts with a trip I made yesterday, to the busy city streets, ... To rescue a beautiful dog called Ren, who'd no home and nothing to eat. Now Ren is a beautiful Collie, Like Lassie we all know the kind, Who someone had dumped with no mercy, were his owners really that blind? Ren roamed many days in the city, if only we knew where he'd been. We can't know the way that he's feeling, we cant see the things that he's seen, Was Ren ever loved in the first place? If only we really knew, We only know somebody dumped him, could that someone really be you? I've sat and I've thought and I've wondered, in the end all I do is just cry, Why did someone take this poor creature, and just leave him somewhere to die? He's gentle and loving and trusting, his faith in mankind is still there, So why did his owner not love him? why did his owner not care? This breed is so gentle and loving, will always give of its best, If only man were that faithful, when he were put to the test. If only he would consider, that these animals have feelings too, If only he'd stop and remember, they hurt just like me and like you. Well Ren has a lovely new home now, where he'll be loved and cuddled and fed, He'll be taken for walks in the morning, and at night he'll be taken to bed. So to those who would own a Rough Collie, all I have that is now left to say, Is please don't take on a new puppy, if you're just going to throw it away, This breed needs to be loved and wanted, and is always ready to learn, So why take on a Rough Collie and leave him with nowhere to turn, Please before taking a Collie, stop and think can you give him the time, For there is no more faithful companion, than this loving Rough Collie of mine, He'll guard and he'll love and protect you, give his life if it needs to be so, So please don't just take him and dump him, and leave him with nowhere to go, If he needs more love and attention, than you are able to give, Then please call ROUGH COLLIE RESCUE, and at least give him somewhere to live.
Written by Sue James, nee Kirby 1996
I really don’t know what went wrong, Or what I’m doing here, I just remember being lost, My mind so full of Fear.
I wonder if my master, Has been searching hi and lo, Or did he just get tired, And was glad to see me go.
I’ve just been here a few days, But oh it seems so long, I only wish I really knew, Exactly what went wrong.
The people here keep telling me, That one day soon they’ll come, And when they do, they know that I, Will find a brand new mum.
I wouldn’t take a lot of space, A corner for a bed, A gentle voice to comfort me, A hand to stroke my head.
I have no way of knowing, Just what will be my fate, I guess like all my friends in here, I have to sit and wait.
Written by Susie James 2014
My heart is given to you, from the day that I am born, I do not get a choice, when from my mum i'm torn, You come along and see me, say I'm the one for you, You pay your money for me, and take me somewhere new, I never stop to question, how my life will turn out, If you will train an love me, or if you'll scold and shout, I cannot tell you what i'd like, I do not have a voice, I simply have to trust you, again I get no choice, It really doesn't matter, exactly what you do, I'll guard and love and trust you, in everything you do.
So is it too much for me then, to ask when I'm in prayer, That when I'm old and need you, You'll still love me and still care, If I become a burden, as many of us do, Can I expect the love and faith, that I have given you, I've never asked for anything, I do not have a voice, I've trusted you with everything, I did not have a choice, My life was given to you , from the day that I was born, So all I ask for when I pray, is your love in return.
Written by Sue James nee Kirby 1996
To those who would own a Rough Collie, may I offer a little advice,... Before you embark on this journey Please stop! step back and think twice. Its a breed that needs lots of attention, doesn't like being left on his own, And treated with love and affection, your Collie he never will roam, There'll be no companion more faithful, There'll be never a friend more true, But please stop and look before leaping, is this really the right breed for you. He'll need lots of loving and grooming, he'll need to go walks everyday, So please don't take on a Rough Collie, if you can't spend time with him to play, His fur he'll leave on your carpet, his toys he'll leave on your chair, So please don't take on a Rough Collie if you don't have the time to be there, Along side of all of his beauty, can come heartache and trouble and strife, So if you take on a Rough Collie, please remember this dog is for life.
Written by Sue James nee Kirby 1996
Bethany 1996 – 2004
She didn’t get much of a send-off, the old collie dog; Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note The old white van her hearse, laid in the back, tenderly enough, In an old blanket, which served her as a shroud; feathery tail drooping from one end, while from the other peeked that familiar long, pointed muzzle, the tip of a silky ear, and one of her soft, brown, limpid, liquid eyes now dulled in death.
We drove her, each remembering, through sunny Warwickshire lanes To the practical place; the place where they attend to such things; a pretty place, for such grim business, set amongst apple trees. We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone Simply carried her in; laid her on a table; then a caress, a last goodbye, And we left her alone with her glory Both too choked up to speak.
We’ll have her back, in a day or so, duly processed, Beth-in-a-box. But she won’t bark anymore when she hears the door She’ll chase Amie round the garden no more And every time I go to the van I’ll see her there.
Goodbye, old friend, and thank you. We’ll miss you, Susie and Amie and I While we think of you, barking at the Pearly Gates, And nipping the ankles of the angels Whenever they sneeze.
TYLER VALENTINE - aged 1 year My name is Tyler valentine, I'm one year old today, Mum tells me I should lay and rest, but I'm off out to play. There’s stitches in my tummy, a bandage on my knee, Why does my mummy worry? They do not bother me! They stopped me having puppies, they took my womb from me, But I still have my playpen, wait till I am three! My life was made for mischief, with naughtiness thrown in, If I find something that's no use, I throw it in the bin! These humans leave things lying around, I put these things away, Some are dragged out to the lawn, until I’ve time to play! I didn't like the wall paper, I pulled it off the walls! And then I practice looking cute whenever mummy calls! It wasn't me it was the cat, that messed on all the floors. It wasn't me who taught the cat to open all the doors! I’m good at looking innocent, I sit there looking cute, The lawn looks like a bomb site, my life is one big hoot! My mum & daddy laugh at me, but Buddy often groans, "Tyler would you please behave, and leave my bed alone! And when my mummy goes to bed, I lay and plot & plan, What shall I do tomorrow, to amuse my old man? I don't have time to lie and sleep, there’s jobs that must be done, Tomorrow mum will mop the floor, oh boy that's always fun, I leave my muddy footprints splattered on the floor, My paw prints are my autograph, who could ask for more?
I take the washing out for mum & put it out to dry, Mum rushes out to fetch it back, oh well, at least I try! I must not miss the postman, his job is very hard, I cannot wait for him to come and bring me birthday cards, Lots and lots of envelopes for me to chew and shred, And when he hands the post to me he gently strokes my head, He tells me I'm a terror, but oh so very cute I just wish he would slow down, so I can chew his boots! Tammy puss comes strolling in, looking for her dinner, No one knows I steal her food, it seems I’m on a winner! Coz I can reach the table, where Tammy’s dinner’s served, Survival of the fittest, that's one lesson I learned,
My feet are on the table, where they should not be, Well how was I supposed to know the food was not for me? Life is full of opportunities, now I’m off for a bath, Make the most of everyday, I hope I make you laugh!!
Written by Pauline Bradbury (2014)
MOST PEOPLE GET FLOWERS, CHOCOLATES OR WINE FOR VALENTINE'S DAY I GOT A PUPPY ON THE 14th February, 2014 !!! My name is Tyler Valentine and I’ve been here a year. It seems I am a cute puppy, who fills Mum’s heart with fear. They said that I was faulty, because I could not see, I don’t know what the problem is, it does not bother me!
They sent me off to Derby, my mum was horrified, to learn I’m very special, genetically modified. There are bits of me still missing, or not where they should be. I wish mum would not worry, it does not bother me.
I’ve got four legs to run around and nothing slows me down, You want to see me strut my stuff when we wander round the town. Mum thought she would get chocolates, laid out in a box. Instead she got a puppy, who steals and eats her socks! They put me in a crate to sleep, the night that I arrived, I did not like being shut in there so I stood up and cried, Dad came down to shut me up, he came to show he cared. He scooped me up and cuddled me and carried me upstairs. He lay me gently on his bed and said “Now go to sleep” But I had lots of things to do, so busy I could weep.
I tore the paper off the walls, I chased poor Tammy cat. But when I cleaned the toilet, he was having none of that! There is not time to go to sleep when there are things to do, why you humans go to bed, I have not got a clue. I want to go outside and play, listen to the birds. But everyone has gone to bed, you humans are absurd! It did not take me long at all to sit and look so cute, I do not care what I do wrong, my life is one big hoot. Mum bought me special puppy food, but I would not eat that, To me it tastes like rubber so I left it for the cat. Dad fetched a brand new bed for me, that was a waste of time. Just let me sleep wherever, I promise I'll be fine. A chair, the floor, the downstairs loo, that's where I need to be Who dug that hole into the wall? I swear it was not me! Who ate all the toilet rolls? Not guilty was my plea. Ok, Ok, I shredded them, Oh well, I can not see! Who opened all the cat food up? Blame Tammy cat for that Or maybe it was Buddy, trying to help the cat? My life is full of mischief, laughter, games and fun. And I intend to hang around, till all my jobs are done. I make mum laugh, I make her cry, I know that she loves me, So who needs chocolate, wine or flowers, when mummy has got me?
My heart’s too big, my brain’s too small, my eyes they do not see, but I am oh so flipping cute that everyone loves me!! So please enjoy your Valentines, despite all the above. The day I came to Brassington I filled mum’s life with LOVE! Pauline Bradbury. 14/2/2015.
Hello, my name is Buddy, I once was Dynasty, but my mum decided that name was not for me. She changed my name to Buddy because that is what I am I’m mums best friend, rolled into one I’m gentle as a lamb.
Today mum has gone shopping to get some food for me I hope that she remembers that I love Dairylea! On Sundays we have roast beef a nice thick slice for me And if there’s ever any left I get some more for tea!.
I know I should eat dog meat but have you tried that stuff? I’m sure if humans ate it they would soon feel very rough. I don’t eat doggy biscuits they are too hard for me. But I am really partial to biscuits dunked in tea.
I used to love my butchers all mixed up with tripe But now they’ve started mixing it with vegetables and rice It's Weetabix for breakfast made with nice warm milk As it slides in to my tummy it tastes just like pure silk
Mum buys tuna for the cats and puts some in my meat When I hear the tin opener I’m soon up on my feet I never miss a meal time no matter where I am I know what’s on the menu today it's fresh roast ham.
When mum goes in the freezer It's sausages for tea Three for mum and three for dad but only one for me. Mum sometimes makes a nice beef stew I’m not too keen on that I gobble up the meaty bits, but leave veggies for the cat
I empty both the cat bowls but they must not touch mine And if I ever catch them I push them in to line When mum has a day off work I put her on a lead And drag her round the fields to burn off calories
.I’ve just heard daddy say a word I’d better just be quiet Maybe I have just misheard but I’m sure he just said diet!!!! Is diet meat or vegetable? Is that what is for tea. You two can have the diet but mum please feed Me.?
All this food is good for me Coz I’m a growing lad And now I’m in such fine health My diet can’t be bad!!
THE STRAY, UNLOVED DOG
Did you ever wonder when you dumped me that day? Did you ever care, that I got labelled stray? I cared for you, I loved you all, I just wanted to play, the day you threw me on the streets, my heart sunk in dismay.
Did you give me a second thought? Or wonder where I’d roamed? I landed in the dog pound, scared and all alone. My days were numbered seven, I had no place to go. I said I had a family, who did not want to know.
Well I survived the dog pound, one of the lucky few. I found a lovely safe warm home, all no thanks to you. And from that day on forward, I wiped my mind of you, I joined a group, oh so elite, it’s called The chosen few!
I had a lovely nice warm bed, with lots and lots of toys. We learned to trust each other and I was mummy’s boy. I simply could not do no wrong, it’s all a learning curve, I finally got the kind of home I always had deserved.
Do you ever think of me and wonder how I am? I do not bare you malice, I just don’t give a damn. Did you throw me on the streets knowing I was blind? Thank god everyone’s not like you, uncaring & unkind.
I lived the life of Riley, for 3 perfect years. I gained a sister, also blind. I took care of all her fears. You see I am a softee, a heart made of pure gold. My heart is huge and full of love, unlike yours, ice cold.
But now I’m off to Rainbow Bridge, I must leave Tinks behind, I know that mum will treasure her, that’s coz my mum is kind. Everyone who met me loved me very much. All I ever asked of you was love. A gentle touch.
My bed will not stand idle, I guess it may take time, I hope another comes along, who has needs just like mine, From Rainbow Bridge I cast my eyes and keep them both on you. And just remember when I’m gone, we are the chosen few !!
For BUDDY ... RIP Big Buds Pauline Homer. 08/02/15
DOG IN A BOX ... Our dog in a box is home to stay, no more games, no more play. The deeds been done, the ashes saved in a light oak box, duly engraved. HARVEY - 8/8/2005 - 13/4/2015. RIP xx Annette Rebmann - 11/5/2015