President: Nancy Twitty
Vice President: Dr. James Prescher
Secretary: Nancy Benda
Contact Number: 1 254 874-5430
 

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I sit here by the side of the road, watching the cars and trucks going by, waiting, watching and listening for that familiar sound of the engine of my car. The cars go by, but that familiar sound isn't there. 
I have sat here for days, waiting. 

What did I do wrong? Did I not love enough? Did I not obey fast enough? Did I not tell you how much I loved you no matter what. I wish you would have told me, but you didn't. So here I sit. 

I sit here, thinking about our time together. I thought you loved me as I loved you. I tried to show that love the only way I knew how. I tried to be affectionate, caring, obey your rules, and be steadfast at your side. 

Yes, I still sit here, hoping you will come back and get me. I haven't eaten; had any water; or any love. I'm afraid to leave because I might miss you when you come back to this side of the road to get me. 
I sit here waiting for you to call my name. 

The cars go by. But none of them are you, my loved one. After a few days, I wander down the road a ways, waiting, always waiting. Surely, you will come back. I just know that you loved me, so I don't understand what I did wrong. 

After a few days, the realization finally sinks in that you aren't coming back. I'm out here on the side of the road, by myself, waiting for nothing. Now what do I do? So I start walking, looking for food, water, shelter and maybe someone to give me a kind word. I look in vain. 

I meet up with two other lost souls. They are in the same predicament I am. They too are sitting by the side of the road. 

I know there are two things that can happen to me. Maybe someone will come get me, love me, and give me the affection and attention I need, so I can return that love, affection and attention, unconditionally. Or.... I will die. I may die of starvation, thirst, sickness or die on the side of the road, hit by a car or truck. I can only hope that someone will stop, pick me up, give me medical attention if I need it, then take me home with them and feed and love me. Home. That is what I am looking for. I have lost my home and don't know why. I don't know what I did wrong. 

My name is Rover, and I am a dog. I had a home and a master but for some reason I don't understand, my master didn't want me any more. My two new friends, Mickey, the small dog, and Pepper, the black cat, are in the same place as we sit by the side of the road. They are looking for the same thing. A home. Maybe someone will come by and have mercy on us and give us all a HOME. 
Can you do that? Do you have it in your heart to stop and pick us up so that we can tell you how much we love you. How we will protect you. Pepper can't protect too well, but he sure can purr a lot and be affectionate. All we want is someone to love - and someone to love us. That's all any of us need. 

Until then, I guess we all will sit by the side of the road, watching, waiting and listening. I hope we don't die because nobody cared for us. 
Will you stop and help us. 

PS: Please support your local Humane Society. The shelter in Whitney is not open due a lack of funds. Please,  join and help us get the shelter open, so Rover, Mickey and Pepper will have shelter and someone to love them. 
Maybe they will find a new master. 
Get a membership today.
Please go to the membership form, fill it out and mail it to: 
Lake Whitney Humane Society, PO Box 767, Whitney, TX 76692

Home Sweet Home !

Prayer of a Stray

Dear God, please send me somebody who’ll care!
I’m tried of running, I’m sick with despair.
My body is aching, it’s so racked with pain,
and dear God I pray as I run in the rain.
That someone will love me and give me a home.
A warm cozy bed and a big juicy bone.
My last owner tied me all day in the yard
Sometimes with no water and God that was hard!
So I chewed my leash God and I ran away
To rummage in garbage and live as a stray.
But now God I’m tired and hungry and cold.
And I’m so afraid that I’ll never grow old.
They’ve chased me with sticks and hit me with stones
While I run the streets just looking for bones!
I’m not really bad God, please help if you can,
For I have become just a "victim of man!"
I’m wormy dear God and I’m ridden with fleas and
All that I want is an owner to please!
If you find one for me God, I’ll try to be good
And I won’t chew their shoes, but I’ll do as I should.
I’ll love them, protect them and try to obey
When they tell me to sit, to lie down or to stay!
I don’t think I’ll make it too long on my own,
Cause I’m getting so weak and I’m so all along.
Each night as I sleep in the bushes I cry,
Cause I’m so afraid God, that I’m gonna to die!
And I’ve got so much love and devotion to give,
That I should be given a new chance to live.
So dear God please, please answer my prayer and
Send me someone who will really care ...
That is, dear God, if you’re really there!

I WAIT
Days into, nights into days
patiently I wait
for someone anyone to like me
an array of people pass by
looking, petting, talking to me
I wait
I do my antics, I strut my stuff
I sit, I stand, chest puffed out
I bark, I purr
I wait
I am homeless, no family, no master, no love
I wait
Patiently I wait for someone, anyone
to like me enough, to love me
and take me home
I dream
I wait
I am homeless, like me, love me, please.
I wait.

We may not have a Home, 
but we've got a Homepage !

The Lake Whitney Humane Society