There's Always Room for One More

This is on a bookmark that has been on my refrigerator for years. I don't remember where I got this from. But I believe it was part of a mailing from the Humane Society or the SPCA. Whenever I take the time to read this, I end up crying like a little girl with a skinned knee. Then I have to go and spend some time with Fiona and Buttercup. I have to remind myself,that I  found the room for one more in my heart as well as my home.
I guess this is how the wonderful people at the animal shelters and rescue groups must feel when they come across one of God's creatures that need their help.

I see by his coat he must be a stray, The untidy look gives him away. He's lost his will and is so thin, Hasn't eaten since God knows when. I know as I coax him through the door, There's always room for one more.


The other night in the freezing rain,The little female came again. Matted and soaked,crying in need,
Lost and alone with babies to feed. Her pleading eyes I couldn't ignore,There's always room for one more.


There's a new face on the docks today,Hungry but clean,to our dismay,I stroked her head,her body rippled,
When she got up I saw she was crippled.She started to go,but fell on the floor.There's always room for one more.


There's the poor doggy standing in the rain, I've tried to entice him time and again. One ear is lopsided, the other's been torn, Blind in one eye, lost and forlorn. He's coming now,so I'll open the door. There's always room for one more.


These stories are true, As I've said before, There's always room for one more.

 Now aren't you glad that you opened the door and let them walk all over you. Now go play with your animals. Remind them how special they are.