Speaking For The Voiceless, Caring For The Helpless.

Yesterday I clipped and groomed my toy poodles, all six of them. It was a good day and I enjoyed seeing how beautiful they looked. They seemed to know they were special as they pranced around with designer haircuts, fluffy coats and little bows over their ears. I’ve been accused of spoiling them and I must plead guilty. I think they are here to be our spoiled companions.

The youngest one, Tre’sor a silver four month old, full of life and pure mischief, jumped into my offered arms, licked my chin and cuddled against me in the lounge chair while we both took a nap. She’s only three pounds of fluff and it felt like holding a tiny baby in my arms.

Life was good and I thought to myself how could anyone ever hurt such a precious little creature, capable of feeling pain, emotions and yes, love.

Today I opened an article with a picture of a toy poodle, horribly abused. Her body was ravaged by mange, her eyes diseased and misshaped, her sparse coat matted and dirty. The sadness of that little face broke my heart and made me ashamed of mankind’s inhumanity to God’s creatures. The thought of those animals who are abused and neglected, used for painful and cruel research purposes, dropped on the side of highways like garbage brought my tears.

I wished I could find that little abused poodle in the article, bathe her and treat her diseases. Hold her close to me and let her feel loved at last.

We have to do something to end this cruelty. Find a group of animal rescuers to join, use our pens and any resources we can to make this a better world for the creatures God put here to share it with us. If you have room in your home and love in your heart, adopt a homeless animal and make the world a little less cold and sad.