A tribute to those who perished in the Manchester Dogs Home fire, sleep tight little ones xxx There was a special kennel maid who visited us that night, with hair like golden sunshine and wings of brilliant white. At first we didnt 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 wed not been this way before. Although we were so frightened we formed an orderly queue, and from 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 sandaled 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, Id like those to know, way down there in my beautiful kingdom, youre now.. re homed. God bless xxxx
Posted on: Sat, 13 Sep 2014 14:04:24 +0000