There was a special kennel maid
who visited us that night,
with hair like golden sunshine
and wings of brilliant white.

At first we didn't see her
through the smoke so black,
but we knew that we must follow her
our little, faithful pack.

The big dogs, the little dogs
some with muzzles grey,
woke from sleepy slumber
they seemed to know the way.

She led us past the kennels
up to a distant door,
an exit that was new to us
we'd not been this way before.

Although we were so frightened
we formed an orderly queue,
and in a golden re homing book
she ticked as we went through.

The colours were so beautiful
on rainbow flower beds,
and then we saw a wooden bridge
as forward we were led.

Our sore, burnt paws were healed,
our coats no longer smoky and black,
a rainbow appeared upon the bridge
on every wooden slat.

Then we finally saw him
the Master of us all,
we all rushed up to meet him
when we heard him call.

The small dogs sat upon his knee
the others at his feet,
welcoming him like a dear old friend
now our Journey was complete.

He said you are from Manchester
your tragic story is well known,
I'd like those to know, way down there,
you're now re homed.

That's lovely John. Bless the poor souls.

Straight from the heart.
RIP dear doggies.
Jimmy.

Please don't think that I wrote this poem, I can't write a word of poetry, it was sent to me by a friend. I'm not in the mood for writing poetry about this, I just wish I could meet the filth who did it on my own somewhere.

John.

Well said John, and what a beautiful poem ....

Susan, Mo & Bootsie x

Lovely poem.

Hello John, that is the saddest, but most beautiful poem that I have ever read. It has inspired me and hopefully many other people reading it, to help raise funds to refurbish our kennels for our beloved hounds. Your friend is very talented. I wish I could write something as beautiful as that for our Leo on the memoriam page. We have not done it yet, but will very soon.

Liz, Richard & Carrie