Welcome to WHITE DOG DOWN THE STREET's Rainbow Residency

Memories of WHITE DOG DOWN THE STREET

October 2007 somewhere on this planet He was lying there in the street, all alone, breathing heavily, with his barely covered ribs protruding, his exhausted body shivering under showery sky and in so much pain, his spirit robbed of hope and canine dignity and he knew his journey was finally coming to an end . He, who had to live through the most awful, unlivable things, he, who had been once promised so much and who was so deeply betrayed, was dying now, alone, leaving no one behind. He wasn't afraid of dying, for him death was liberation; there would be no more starving, kicking, spitting, scratching, aching, freezing. He only longed for peace. He lifted his head in final effort. Through blinding tears he glanced back to the house, sending his last farewell. And then he heard them, silently they came, one by one, from the infinite meadows of heaven, their wings gently floating, bringing echoes of mercy and tender whispers of love: - Why these tears upon your face? they asked. Don't weep, white doggie. Soon you will be leaving this ugly world of sin, your tortured past will fade; your pain and fears will pass away. What is earthly will be forgotten and what is heavenly will be shining brightly for you through eternity. White light shone forth, a warming, calming light that healed doggie's soul and filled him with peace. So this is it, he sighed smiling. Once more his eyes gleamed in the fresh morning dawn and then closed in death. At the Edge of the Bridge- Sequel to Rainbows Bridge poem But then, there are some at the Bridge who are different. These are the animals that were beaten, starved, tortured, abandoned and unloved. They watch wistfully as their friends leave, one by one, to cross the Bridge with their special person. For them, there is nobody special...no special one. Their time on Earth did not give them that. Yet one day, as they run and play, they notice somebody standing by the road to the Bridge. This person watches with longing the reunion of friends, for during life, this person had no family, no friend, this person too was unloved. Standing there alone, one of the unloved pets approaches, curious as to why this person is by himself...and, as the unloved pet and the unloved person come closer to each other, a miracle occurs, for these are the ones who were meant to be together...the special person and the unwanted pet who never had the chance to meet while on Earth. Finally now, at the edge of Rainbow Bridge, their souls meet, the pain and sorrow disappears, and the two friends joyfully greet. They cross the Rainbow Bridge together...never to be separated again..... MY TRIBUTE TO WHITE DOGGIE I have read hundreds of pages on animal abuse, I have watched countless disturbing videos, I have signed numerous petitions, and I have been helping shelters and there were times when I thought I just couldn't take it anymore. I tried to separate myself from the pain, the pain of the animals and my own, but then I realized that once you are in you can't get out. Something grabs you and won't let go. It may be a picture, a video, it may be a specific animal or just a phrase, or it may be your conscience. Animals are completely at our mercy, they can not help themselves, so if we do not speak for them then no one will. The only truth about abuse is suffering, and if we care for someone, we do not want him to suffer, physically or mentally. Our choices are simple, we can either sit and let these stories overwhelm us with grief but do nothing, or we can use our own pain as motivation for action. And fight as long as it takes. When I first saw you on that video, white doggie, just the look at your pathetic skinny hairless body took my breath away. Never in my life have I felt so helpless, the silent plea in your eyes made me scream with horror, I couldn't even watch it without sobbing. I really thought I had seen it all, but I doubt that I have ever seen a living being in such a terrible state. I was asked to make you a tribute but subconsciously postponed it, hoping someone else would do it, I was afraid it would be too hard for me to find proper words to express my emotions. But the thought of you never left me, I carried you in my heart and mind and when someone else asked me again I knew I had to do it. I just couldn't allow your horrific and frightening story slip away into nothingness, I felt it was your wish to let people hear about what you went through living all alone in that street, hoping for miracle. No, white doggie, your suffering, your long lasting agony was not in vain, you might have lived and died unnoticed but your spirit, your legacy live on, and I promise that from now on you are not nobody's dog anymore...... I don't know how your life started, but I know that for some time you lived in a house, a big two storey house. You never asked too much, all you wanted was to be carefree and happy, to eat, to play and to be loved. You were so trusting and then the wounds came. You were beaten, yes so badly, and your dreams died and with them your hope, your innocence of trust destroyed. You were cast aside and betrayed. Those last months you spent alone, in the street, just a few yards away from the house you once called home, neglected, ignored, abandoned. You were kicked in to an unknown world, so cold and so unfriendly, and still you desperately craved to be loved, to belong to someone. I am watching that video and thinking how lonely and rejected you must have felt, how many joys you had missed, how cruel life was to you. And I cry, white doggie; I cry for you and for all animals whose destiny is so similar to yours. And my sorrow deepens, I cry for what has become of this world, where have our values gone, where is our compassion. In a few weeks you became a mere shadow of your former self. The street left inevitable wounds on your body and soul. If any of passersby took some time and looked at you, they would see almost hairless white doggie barely standing on his feet,extremely dehydrated, with severe mange covering his body, his skin sitting tight on his spin. They would see your eyelids damaged, yours bones painfully scraping together, they would see you were limping, coughing, arcked with pain, they would see both abuse and neglect stressed in capital letters, but most of all they would see that inexplicable sadness in your eyes. And had they paid more attention they might have noticed you never stopped looking at the same direction, at that beautiful white house where money was not spared, they would see that from time to time you gathered courage and went there, shyly scratching at the door or maybe even barking softly, your mouth watering while dreaming of a bowl full of food. For it had been a long time since you had a proper doggie meal, your body was weak and hunger made your belly cramp, all you could get were some scraps and rotten fruit. But most of all you longed for his voice, to hear he changed his mind, to hear him call your name. Because you must have had a name once, white doggie, and he robbed you of it as well. Now and then someone would stop and ask what you were doing there, all alone and half dead and he would be given the answer: - His master kicked him out, he was getting old or maybe he just barked once too many or simply wasn't good enough for them anymore. How long did you stay there, how long your only home was a street? It's hard to believe that none of the passersby noticed your pain that no one wanted to help. How could they just walk past? Have we really become a self centered society, that we no longer care, have we become totally numb. It seems that blindness has settled in us, making us immune to suffering that is so glaringly apparent. Have we all become victims of bystander syndrome. Then one day someone did come, he did try to help you, he gave you some food and promised you he would come back, he said he would take you to the vet, that he would find your owner and demand answers from him. He promised and he left. I have no doubt he meant what he said, but the questions is whether you believed him. Did you trust his word or did you think it was just an empty promise, another betrayal. Because if he really cared so much why didn't he take you right away, even if his apartment was small, even if you were just a dirty skeleton of a doggie. Because I wouldn't hesitate a moment, I would take you in my arms, I would take you away of that cold pavement, I would do everything to make you feel warm, I would help you regain trust, even for a day, even for a moment.I don't think anyone could heal your physical wounds,you were already far beyond that help, but still you would feel human touch, you would feel I care, you would feel how precious little doggie you are. I wouldn't see your scars, bruises,your body covered with horrible sores, I would ignore your smell, I would just see your beauty, doggie, your unique and so special beauty, I would remind you of your dignity, I would feel your pain and I would cry with you. But I wasn't there or any other who would really care, you spent your last night alone again, no soothing words would reach your ears, no human love would embrace you in your last moments. Because you died that very night, white doggie, you died in the street that had become your only home and you died alone. He kept his word, he came in the morning, but he only found your body cold and stiff. And he felt bad, he called for men to take you away from the street, he took your collar, but he let them put you in plastic bag and then throw like a piece of garbage in a trash. And all those months your owner was just a few yards away, in that beautiful house. He knew you were there, he saw you hurting, he saw you starving, he saw you caught mange from other dogs and still he wouldn't do anything. In his sick mind that inhuman barbarian enjoyed seeing once beautiful dog changing into live cadaver, maybe he even laughed. He is one of those depraved individuals who find a way of multiplying cruelty and inflict it upon a defenseless creature. He broke your body and your spirit but he forgot something. His malice, his cold indifference will claim its price.. There will come a time when God will judge the sin in this world, when we will be all exposed to the Judgment. And one day soon I will find out more about him. He would probably try to cover his sin, through denial, explaining, minimizing, blaming. But there is no way he would hide the truth. Pictures and videos do not lie. And eye witnesses. Shari thought you should be named after the brightest star. There are billions and billions stars in the sky, but only one star is called The God's Dog Star. It is also known as Sirius or the Sparkling One, it is the brightest of all fixed stars, the leader of the hosts of heaven.In the ancient times Sirius was believed to be the home of departed souls, for ages it was a symbol of cyclic death and rebirth. The colour of this star is white. As yours was. Once. But for me you remain white doggie, the most beautiful and unfortunate white dog whose sad story broke my heart. It's been more than a year since you were taken to heaven, so I don't know whether you have already met your special person. If not, please wait for me. I would be honoured to cross the Bridge with you by my side. Until then play with other babies. Pressy, Cole and Puck will take special care of you, they will protect you, they will teach you all about trust and love. Beautiful white doggie, I see your beauty in your eyes, in your heart and in your soul. Maria Daines sends you this song, may her wonderful voice fill you with our love and at the same time assure you that we do know what you went through.He never loved you, he deceived you, he betrayed you in the most brutal way. Listen to Maria, to her gentle words, to a lady who sings with a heart in her mouth. Maria and Paul, thank you again and God bless you both:) Rest well, white doggie, we feel your pain, we cry with you and we are all so sorry. This story is about one dog; but it is my hope that his story raises our awareness of the plight of homeless, abused and abandoned dogs and cats. If you believe that the brutal treatment of animals must end here and elsewhere in the world, then you need to speak out and tell everyone you can, and encourage them to do the same, and to demand an end to the abuse and exploitation of animals. Public outcry can and will make a difference. Please don't allow this doggy died pointlessly, alone, and in so much pain. Remember the thousands that are doing that just now- in the streets, in shelters, in neglectful homes. The dog in the picture is dead, but there are many more like him that we could save if only we try. Or shall we too simply look away. I would like to thank my friends Shari and Zara who sent me the videos of this doggie and doing so reminded me that his story too should be told. I know white doggie is smiling shyly down to them. I know he feels their love too. you tube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F7jfiQDymXk&feature=related http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P_-JPaFvESg&feature=related Please also visit Jessie- the unwanted horse, LAIKA DIES IN SPACE, Mac, Peppy, Puck and WHERE ELEPHANTS WEEP.

Photograph Album
(Click on thumbnail to enlarge photo)

WHITE DOG DOWN THE STREET's People Parent(s), Lelja, would appreciate knowing you have visited their Baby's Residency. Click here to Email Lelja a message, or to send a sympathy card click here. Email this page to a friend.

What is This?

This site was inspired by and is dedicated to FiFi

Visit the Human side of Rainbows Bridge - BelovedHearts.com