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         In Honor of Those Who Rescue


Although we are not a Rescue operation, we feel a great appreciation for those who are able to run genuine Rescue facilities.  It takes a very special person to be able to endure the difficult tasks and heartbreaks of helping Rescue animals.  There are numerous ways to help and many operations that legitimately DO help.  We encourage you to investigate and chose one or more  of these good Rescue businesses to assist.  Below are not only the sad stories but a few success pictures (thanks to Ashley Robbins - Join the Fight for Oscar's Life)  It is our hope that those who are able to donate time or funds will find it in their hearts to do so be it for a horse, dog or other creature.  The passages below are added  In Honor of Those Who Rescue. 


"It made a difference for that one!"


To All Creatures of the World…

Let it be known that all men are NOT created equal.

There are some who love you, care for you and

who will miss you when you are gone.

All human beings are not cruel, so

try not to condemn us all, for the senseless actions

of those evil or misguided individuals.

 Please have faith in those who walk among you

in peace, and feel the warmth and love that a gentle hand can bring.

Though times you may be having now are dark and cold,

have faith in those who love you for what you are. 

In them there will be an answer to your suffering,

And your need to live the way you were meant to live.  


 Found in a dumpster March 2011

Please read Braveheart's story at: http://alldogssite.com/onestarfishbraveheart03111.html



BRAVEHEART - on the road to recovery in the summer of 2011 .  


BRAVEHEART - late 2011 - A gorgeous celebrity now!  Oh what a happy boy, just to be alive. 


 "It made a difference for that one! 

Everywhere you look there's another soul, whether child, horse, dog, senior citizen, elephant, tiger. etc. that's been neglected, abused, used, discarded.  For those who are able and choose to give time, funds, homes or care it can get discouraging – so just remember.....  


The Starfish

 Once upon a time there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing.

One day as he was walking along the shore, he looked down the beach and saw a human figure moving like a dancer. 

   He smiled to himself to think of someone who would dance to the day & began to                                                 walk faster to catch up.

  As he got closer, he saw that it was a young man and he wasn't dancing. but instead,   he was reaching down to the shore, picking up something and very gently throwing it back into the ocean.

      As the wise man got closer he called out, "Good morning!  What are you doing?"

     The young man paused, looked up and replied, "Throwing starfish in the ocean."

                                  "Why?" the wise man wondered aloud.

        "The sun is up, the tide is going out and if I don't throw them in they'll die."

 "But young man, don't you realize that there are miles and miles of beach and starfish all along it?  You can't possibly make a difference!"

The young man listened politely then bent down, picked up another starfish and threw it into the water past the breaking waves. Then he replied,

"It made a difference for that one!" 

  Fox Valley Oliver - the Breyer Shire Horse


Photos & story to come.

"It made a difference for that one!"


                      The sparkle of life has long since left my tired eyes.                                  Years of neglect have brought me here.                                        A steel hand is all that I have felt.                                      *                          The bang of an auction gavel sealed my fate.                        

                           But a golden ray of sunshine comes upon me.                              A soft voice whispers in my drooping ears.                             *                             A gentle hand touches my tired withers.                       Although I flinch, I do not feel the sting of a whip.

                       Calming words and soothing voice ease my fears.                 *                       A halter and lead rope are gently placed on me.               

            Another trailer stands before me now as I am urged to go inside.                         I struggle with fear and pull back hard on the rope.                      Awaiting harsh words and whip lashes, I pull harder,                                         But no harsh words hurt my ears.                                                                    I only hear more gentle soothing words.   

                           With fear and trepidation, I step into the trailer.                                           My entire body quivers in fear.                               *           A huge mound of fresh green hay awaits me at my destination.              *           I am gently led into an enormous stall with deep, soft bedding.

                             A trough of clear, cool water to drink from,                                  A feed tub with fresh grain awaits me.                                    *             I peek out of my stall door to a pasture of lush green grass.                                        I wonder to myself  "Is this the Rainbow Bridge?"

                              The horse in the stall next to mine nickers,

“No,  it's an equine rescue." 

                                                                                                Author Unknown


  "It made a difference for that one!"



                    Before and After


 Thank You Lisa Gordon and Frog Pond Farm Draft Horse Rescue for saving the life of Fox Valley Oliver the famous Breyer Shire (& my stallions sire) along with the many other Draft Horse lives you have saved. Keep up the hard work as one day you will be rewarded.

You are a truly a Knight in Shining Armor!

                 More Before and After

Above is Lazarus on the day he was found and look at the conversion that took place in his life, thanks to his rescuer!

"It made a difference for that one!"

          "Rescue at the Rainbow Bridge"

Unlike most of the sun filled days at the Rainbow Bridge, this particular day dawned cold, gray, damp as a swamp, and as dismal as any day could be imagined.  All of the recent arrivals had no idea what to think, as they had never ever experienced a day like this before.  But the animals that had been there for awhile and had been waiting for their beloved people knew exactly what was going on and started to gather at the pathway leading to The Bridge....to watch.


It wasn't long before an elderly animal came into view, his head hung low, so very low, and his tail dragging.  The other animals, the ones who had been there for awhile, knew what his story was right away, for they had seen this happen far, far too often.  He approached slowly, very slowly, and was obviously in great emotional pain, but with no sign of injury of illness. Unlike all of the other animals waiting at The Bridge, this animal had not been restored to youth and made healthy and vigorous again.  As he walked toward The Bridge, he watched all of the other animals watching him.  He knew he was out of place here and the sooner he could cross over, the happier he would be.  But, alas, it was not to be.  As he approached The Bridge, his way was barred by the appearance of an Angel who sadly apologized to him, and then told him that he would not be able to pass.  Only those animals that are with their people could pass over The Rainbow Bridge.


With no place else to turn, the elderly animal turned towards the fields before The Bridge and saw a group of other animals like him, also elderly and infirm.  They weren't playing, but rather simply lying on the green grass, forlornly staring out at the pathway leading to The Bridge.  And so he took his place to wait among them, watching the pathway that led across The Bridge.


One of the newest arrivals at The Bridge didn't understand what he had just witnessed and asked one of the animals that had been there awhile to explain it to him.  "You see that poor animal over there, with the others - they are rescues.  He was turned in to a rescue just as you see him now, an older animal with his fur graying and his eyes clouding.  Sadly, he never made it out of the rescue and passed on with only the love of his rescuer to comfort him as he left his earthly existence.  Because he had no family to give his love to, he has no one to escort him across The Bridge."


The first animal thought about this for a minute and then asked, "So what will happen now?"  As he was about to receive his answer, suddenly, the clouds parted swiftly, and the gloom lifted with a mighty wind.  Approaching The Bridge could be seen a single person, and suddenly the group of older animals were bathed in a golden light and they were all once again young and healthy, just as they were in the prime of their life.  A second group of animals from those waiting came to the pathway and bowed their heads ever so low as the person neared closer.  At each bowed head, the person offered a pat on the head or a scratch behind the ears.  Then, the newly restored animals fell into line and followed the person towards The Bridge.  And then, one by one, they all crossed The Bridge together.


"What just happened?" asked the first animal.  "That person was a rescuer.  The animals you saw bowing to the rescuer in respect were those who found new homes because of all their work.  They will all cross over The Bridge when their new families arrive.  Those you saw restored were those who never found homes.  When a rescuer arrives, they are allowed to perform one final act of rescue.  They are allowed to escort all those poor animals that they couldn't place on earth across The Rainbow Bridge."


"I think I like rescuers," said the first animal.  "So does GOD," was the reply from the second animal, "so does GOD."

                                                                                                         Author unknown

More Before and


The sad boy above has transformed into the magnificent canine Prince on the right. What can I say other than... .........................WOW!


Please go to (Join the Fight for Oscar's Life) for more info on these and other dogs in need.

"It made a difference for that one!"

The Ten Commandments

1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any separation from you will be painful for me.   Remember that before you adopt or buy me.

2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.
3. Place your trust in me ... it's crucial for my well being.
4. Don't be angry at me for long, and don't lock me up as a punishment. You have your work, your entertainment and your friends.   I have only you.
5. Talk to me sometimes. Even if I don't understand your words, I understand your voice when it's speaking to me.
6. Be aware of how you treat me. Would you want to be treated the same way?
7. Remember before you hit me that I have teeth that could crush the bones of your hands, but I choose not to bite you.
8. Before you scold me for being 'uncooperative', 'obstinate' or 'lazy', ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not feeling well or not getting the right food, or I've been out in the sun too long, or my heart is getting old and weak.
9. Take care of me when I grow old:   You too, will grow old.
10. Go with me on a difficult journey. Never say "I can't bear to watch it", or "Let it happen in my absence".  Everything is easier when you are there.

                   More Before and After



This is Cornchip the day he was rescued and now.  What a cutie pie! The 'Then & Now' is simply amazing.


"It made a difference for that one!"

A Dog Sits Waiting

By Kathy Flood
 A dog sits waiting in the cold autumn sun,
Too faithful to leave,  too frightened to run.
He's been here for days now with nothing to do
But sit by the road,  waiting for you.

He can't understand why you left him that day
He thought you and he were stopping to play.

He's sure you'll come back, and that's why he stays 
How long will he suffer:  How many more days?
His legs have grown weak, his throat's parched and dry 
He's sick now from hunger and falls with a sigh.

He lays down his head and closes his eyes
I wish you could see how a waiting dog dies.

                     Before and After

"It made a difference for that one!"


The family dog was bought for a guard,
Chained to a post in a chilly backyard,
Housed in a shed that was airless and dark,
And every few weeks had a run in the park.
When boredom set in with no fun and no work,
One day it broke loose and went quietly berserk.
Pa couldn't fathom just why it went wild,
As it flattened his wife and then bit his child.
The police were called in to sort out the mess,
And the whole sorry tale was revealed by the press,
The Rescue Society was really annoyed,
So, the dog was rehomed--and the owners destroyed. 

                     Before and After


"It made a difference for that one!"



by Leslie Whalen

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 grey, 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 thru the grey, 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 greive.

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.

"It made a difference for that one! 


 "The Purpose of Life is to Live a Life of Purpose".

           I Found Your Wolf Today          

          I found your wolf today.  No, he has not been adopted by anyone.  Most of us, who are into rescue, and live out here in the desert, have many more wolves than we want. Those who do not own or rescue wolves do so because they choose not to.  I know you hoped he would find a good home when you left him out there in the wilderness ...... but he did not.  

     When I first saw him he was miles from the nearest house and he was alone, thirsty, and limping from a cockle-burr in his paw.  How I wish I could have been you as I stood before him.  To see his tail wag and his eyes brighten as he bounded into your arms, knowing you had not forgotten him, knowing that you could help him.  To see the forgiveness in his eyes …..  for the suffering and pain he had known in his never-ending quest to find you…..but I was not you…..and despite all my persuasion, his eyes see a stranger.  He did not trust.  He would not come.  He turned and continued his journey…..one he was sure would bring him to you.

     He does not understand you are NOT looking for him.  He only knows you are not there, he only knows that he must find you.  You are his "Alpha", his leader... ..the only one that he has ever known.  This is more important than food, or water, or the stranger who can give him these things, and remove the pain in his paw.

     Persuasion and pursuit seemed futile.....I did not even know his name!  I drove home, filled a bucket with water and a bowl with food and returned to where we had met.  I could see no sign of him, but left my offering under the tree where he had sought shelter from the sun and a chance to rest.  You see…..he is not of the desert.  When you domesticated him, you took away any instinct of survival out here.  His purpose demands that he travel during the day.

He doesn't know that the sun and heat will claim his life.  He only knows that he HAS to find YOU.

I waited hoping he would return to the tree, hoping my gift would build an element of trust so I might bring him home, remove the burr from his paw, give him a cool place to lie and help him understand that the part of his life with you…..is now over and that his "Alpha" has abandoned him.  He did not return that morning and at dusk the water and food were still there untouched…..and I worried…..

You must understand that many people would not attempt to help your wolf.  Some would run him off, others would call the county Animal Control and some would try to kill him.  The fate you thought you saved him from …..would be preempted by his suffering for days without food or water.

I returned again before dark…..I did not see him.

I went again early the next morning, only to find the food and water still untouched.  If only you were here to call his name.  Your voice is so familiar to him.

I began pursuit in the direction he had taken yesterday, doubt overshadow-ing my hope of finding him.  His search for you was desperate, it could take him many miles in 24 hours.

It is hours later now and a good distance from where we first met…..but I have found your wolf.

His thirst has stopped, it is no longer a torment to him.  His hunger has dis-appeared.  He no longer aches.  The burrs in his paws bother him no more.  Your wolf has been set free from his burdens.

You see, your wolf has died.

I kneel next to him, with tears welling up in my eyes, and I cry out!  I CURSE you for not being here yesterday so I could see the glow…..if just for a moment, in those now vacant eyes.  I pray that his journey has taken him to a place I think you hoped he would find.  If only you knew what he went through to reach it…..and I agonize.  For I know that were he to awaken at this moment…..and (if) I were to be YOU, his eyes would sparkle with recognition!  He would lick your face…..and his tail would wag with forgiveness!

At least he died knowing that his Alpha figure had not abandoned him…..

                                                                        Written by John Braden

                                                                        of  TUNDRA SHEPHERD RESCUE

Music credit:  'God Only Cries' by Diamond Rio from their Greatest Hits II album.