Calypso

8/14/2004 Calypso was SO CLOSE to a forever home, and someone to love her for the rest of her life . . . YET for our little puppy mill girl, who was about to start on her first journey to her Foster Mom's home tomorrow morning and then to forever family, this trip would not be made.

Calypso, fell ill this morning . . . she was the weak little one we took in. She was rushed to the Vets. After testing, it was determined that Calypso should be allowed to cross the rainbow bridge in the loving arms of her foster Mom. Her health was too fragile to have made it, even with extensive care. Calypso is yet another tragedy of puppy mills and the lack of care that they often give their dogs.

Calypso was loved by all of those who knew her. She was held and loved by everyone who met her and who knew her. Her little four feet felt grass for the first time in her life being a Col. Potter foster, and she was able to run on the grass and play . . . all very new experiences for one who lived in a cage for so many years.

Please light your Candle and wish Calypso a happy journey on her way to the Rainbow Bridge. She will be met by many little playmates, who will teach her how to play with toys.

Sweet dreams little girl. At least you knew freedom for a short time in your life.

LET ME PLAY BEFORE I DIE
By Jim Willis, 2002

'Tis lonely here in prison,
I dream of sun, of fields,
I saw them from a window once,
but I don't know how they feel.
I've never known a caress,
a friend, a bone, a toy,
I'd happily companion,
a human girl or boy.

But some men have decided,
with selfishness and greed,
that my fate shall be a cage,
and for my keep, I'll breed.

What should fuel this folly?
My kind may bark in vain.
We care not for your commerce,
and few know of our pain.

We're hidden well from justice,
for our freedom some may cry.
God grant me, please, just one request -
Let me play once before I die.

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There is an old folklore that the bright yellow of the lilies, will keep the dark spirits away...
Vickie Watson