"ZAC"
DOB: December 25, 1990 - February 15, 2005

"A dog is not 'almost human', and I know of no greater insult to the canine
race than to describe it as such." - John Holmes
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This handsome sweetheart was given up by owners when their family grew larger than their home ... one had to go. Zach entered rescue weighing 100 lbs and needed to lose almost 20 pounds. Well, ok ... that's what living with kids can do to any food-motivated dog, but it was not a healthy weight for him - placed on a much healthier diet, he lost the few pounds. Zac is active, playful, retrieves balls, chases birds and plays tug of rope with much younger Labs. He is house broken, well mannered and healthy for his age. |
ONE BY ONE ...
One by One, they pass by my cage,
Too old, too worn, too broken, no way.
Way past his time, he can't run and play.
Then they shake their heads slowly and go on their way.
A little old man, arthritic and sore,
It seems I am not wanted anymore.
I once had a home, I once had a bed,
A place that was warm, and where I was fed.
Now my muzzle is gray, and my eyes slowly fail.
Who wants a dog so old and so frail?
My family decided I didn't belong,
I got in their way, my attitude was wrong.
Whatever excuse they made in their head,
Can't justify how they left me for dead.
Now I sit in this cage, where day after day,
The younger dogs get adopted away.
When I had almost come to the end of my rope,
You saw my face, and I finally had hope.
You saw through the gray, and the legs bent with age,
And felt I still had life beyond this cage.
You took me home, gave me food and a bed,
And shared your own pillow with my poor tired head.
We snuggle and play, and you talk to me low,
You love me so dearly, you want me to know.
I may have lived most of my life with another,
But you outshine them with a love so much stronger.
And I promise to return all the love I can give,
To you, my dear person, as long as I live.
I may be with you for a week, or for years,
We will share many smiles, you will no doubt shed tears.
And when the time comes that God deems I must leave,
I know you will cry and your heart, it will grieve.
And when I arrive at the Bridge, all brand new,
My thoughts and my heart will still be with you.
And I will brag to all who will hear,
Of the person who made my last days so dear.
--- author unknown
Long Island Labrador Retriever Rescue, Inc.
An All Volunteer, 501(c)(3) Nonprofit, Tax-exempt, Charitable Organization
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