On Christmas Morning

On Christmas Morning...
I wish, for every dog searching trash cans for breakfast, a filled bowl with his name printed in bright letters.
For every dog who slept fitfully last night, chained unmercifully
in a frozen yard, a soft, warm bed with a person snoring gently nearby.
For every shelter dog, spending Christmas morning in a shamefully soiled run, a forever home filled with sounds and smells of a loving family.
For every "Christmas" pup given thoughtlessly as a "present" today, a tolerant, caring owner who won't abandon you as you grow into a real dog.
For every ailing pet, enough money for your owner to pay the bills to make you well.
For every lost dog, a clear, safe road and well marked path to lead you home.
For every old and tired friend, a warm fire and soft bed to ease your aches and pains.
For every Heart Dog at the Bridge, a moment when you know that you are remembered today, missed again and loved forever, that a loving God has a special place for you with Him, until I arrive to meet you in His heavenly home some day.

Author Unknown


-- Contributed by Shela Walton