light a candle (for one lost dog)
than to curse the darkness (of man's indifference).
Saving just one dog won't change the world
but surely will change the world for that one dog.
We will not allow any of our puppies to be
rescue, we will ALWAYS take back a pup or dog of our breeding no matter the
that is why we interview prospective puppy buyers so carefully and why our
contracts clearly state that ALL puppies or dogs who must be placed, for ANY reason, are
to be returned to Mikatura for placement.
Due to the number of people who operate with a different philosophy, there
are far too many Aussies needing to be rehomed and that is why Jeni is so actively involved in Aussie Rescue in Alberta as
well as with a group working right across Canada when and where help is required (see the link to Aussie Rescue
Canada below). If you'd like more
information about Aussie Rescue and how you can help us raise money to look after rescued
Aussies, or for information on placing or finding an Aussie, please feel free to contact
us with any questions you may have. Below are links to many rescue sites and
this page will be updated regularly as we find more resources. If you
know of any rescue "organizations" or people involved in Aussie Rescue that
we've missed please let us know and we'll add a link to them. THANK YOU!
Please remember, not all Aussies in
rescue have "issues"...most come to us because their owners can no longer
care for them due to changed family circumstances, divorce, death in the
family, etc. Most of these lovely dogs go on to become valued members
of a warm and loving family, they just need a second chance and a little
time to prove that "Aussie love" is the best thing you could ever
Please click on the underlined link below to read one of the most
heart-felt stories I've ever read. It' s written by a lady named Hope to celebrate an
anniversary with her rescue Aussie "Shy"...I've called it Shy's
Hope, a name that just kinda seemed to fit! Thank you Hope for sharing your
A network of volunteers all across Canada who are
ready, willing and able to help with those folks in need of placing a dog or to help with
finding you an Aussie in need of a new home
e-mail lists and contacts:
Aussie Rescue Canada
- listings of available dogs from all across Canada
Shepherd Rescue - British Columbia, Canada
Shepherd Rescue - Ontario, Canada
All About Dogs & Cats - Rescue Links
Arizona Aussie Rescue
Aussielads Aussie Rescue
Aussie Rescue Site - photos & information of Aussies looking for new
Adopt An Animal - great website with listing of all types of animals
(including Aussies) available for adoptions
Canadian Canine Rescue Network
Michigan Aussie Rescue
North Bay Canine Rescue and Placement
(San Francisco Bay, CA)
North Carolina Aussie Rescue
Northeast, Second Time Around Aussie Rescue,
Northwest USA Aussie Rescue
Oops-A-Daisy - all animal rescue in Alberta
Pet Guardian Angels of America A national pet rescue and adoption
assistance service also offering general and health related articles and
resources for all types of pets.
Professor Hunts Dog Page - list of rescue & shelter organizations
Southern California , Australian Shepherd
South Texas Aussie Rescue
Wyoming and Colorado, Second Time Around Aussie Rescue
Asusie Rescue in British Columbia, Canada)
"Senior" Dog Rescue
Australian Shepherd Rescue WebRing (United States & Canada)
A Rescue Story - "ME"
I was born in the Summer a few years ago.
Quite why I was born, I'll never know.
Some folk who owned my mother, decided to breed.
No reason I know of except for their greed;
I know I was hungry, I know I was cold;
They sold me quite early at just five weeks old.
My number one owners seemed friendly at first,
And life was quite good till my bubble burst;
They started to argue, their marriage split up;
And in the ad: "For Sale - 4 months old pup".
Some folk arrived, the next ones in line.
They treated me kind and life was just fine.
But Master dropped dead, and she couldn't cope.
So she sold me again (I'll soon give up hope).
I now had a new home right up in the sky;
We went up in the lift fourteen floors high!
The new folks were kind but they left me all day;
I was bursting to wee and had nowhere to play.
It was boredom, I think, when I chewed up the chair;
They agreed I should go as it just wasn't fair.
The next home was good and I thought "this is it"!
They started to show and I won....well, a bit.
Then somebody told them that I had no bone.
And in went the ad: "For Sale...to a good home".
The next lot were dreadful, they wanted a guard;
But I didn't know how, although I tried hard.
One night they got burgled and I didn't bark;
Tied up in that shed and alone in the dark.
For four months I lay in that cold and dark shed;
With only an old paper sack for a bed.
A small dish of water all slimy and green;
The state I was in, well, it had to be seen!
I longed for destruction, and an end to the pain;
But some new people came and I went off again.
Well now I'm with Rescue and this home is good;
There's walks in the country and lots of good food;
There's kisses and cuddles to greet me each day;
But I dread the time they will send me away.
But for now here I stand, skin and bone on all four;
PLEASE......don't let "ME" happen to any of yours!!
How Could You?
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh.
You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered
throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your
finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent, and roll me over
for a bellyrub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but
we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening
to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more
perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I
only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took
long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time
searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks
and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your
homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home,
tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the
human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness,
how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might
hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh,
how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."
As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves
up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on
my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch - because your touch was now so
infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be.
I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together
we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others
asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them
stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the
subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you
resented every expenditure on my behalf.
Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to
an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your
"family," but there was a time when I was your only family.
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of
dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I
know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look.
They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers."
You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy!
Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had
just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about
respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely
refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have
After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months
ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked
"How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed
us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I
rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was
all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save
me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy
puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.
I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the
aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table
and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was
to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.
As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily
on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.
She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked
her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the
hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through
my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged
me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I
wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love
and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I
tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not
directed at her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and
wait for you forever.
May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.
Copyright Jim Willis 2001
A note from the author: If "How Could You?" brought tears to
your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the
composite story of the millions of formerly owned pets who die each year in America's
A poem/song, written by Tony Di Bartolo, came "from my
restless mind" he said. Tony's wife is an Aussie Rescue Rep in the USA.
To the tune of "Oh Susanna" (before you go on, get the
(Dedicated to Kay Marks, the people at ARPH, STAAR and all who
Oh black Aussie oh
Come on home with me
I know just what your breed's about
And you're just what I need
I saw you in the cage that day
Your fur it looked so dry
I knew that there you didn't belong
It made me want to cry
Oh blue Aussie oh
Come on home with me
I've got some land for you to run
And give you what you need
I came for you the very next day
Your head it hung so low
I paid the man his blood money
And said come on let's go
Oh red Aussie oh
Come on home with me
There's lots of love and you will have
The forever home that you need
When will people learn to breed
With more thought and with care
Merle genes can cause defects you know
A burden you must bear
Oh deaf Aussie oh
Come on home with me
With time and love I'll teach you how
To be all you can be
The owner died and times are hard
You know that it's a shame
The dog's old too oh what to do
There's no one here to blame
Hey old Aussie you're
Coming home with me
I vow you'll live your remaining days
With grace and dignity
I saw a bitch and six young pups
All huddled in a drain
So scared and cold I knew that I
Just had to ease their pain
Oh sweet Aussies you'll
All come home with me
I'll find the homes for you to love
I'm a rescue rep you see
Tony Di Bartolo
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