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Heartfelt Dog Poems
My Heart Belongs to a Pug
For Zoe on her anniversary
A Dog's Plea
A Faithful Dog
A New Life
My Friends, My Pug
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The PugsBy Sandy Glasscock
Eleanor & Theodore, my Best Friends
Couch potatoes, cuddlers,
Cute chubby puppies, that win over your heart
Happy to see me when I walk in the door
And always ready for a ride to the store.
Hoping for ice-cream on the way home
But is perfectly satisfied if they just get a bone.
Eleanor is strong-willed, hyper and quirky.
People with pugs have a special place in their heart
For JeanBy Michelle Santon
Today I woke up, knowing what the day would bring.
I would lose my little girl,
To a disease causing you so much pain.
I looked into your deep brown eyes,
And I knew what I must do.
When they looked at me so lovingly,
I knew you were ready to go, too.
I held you in my lap,
So close to my heart.
I felt your heart beat,
I didnít want to part.
I steadied myself as I got out of the car,
Carrying you with such care,
The tears they flowed,
All over you nose, but this I didnít care.
I watched the clock,
I watched you,
I listened to each breath
That you took.
When our name was called,
I held you tight,
Oh, my sweet Jean,
I so wanted to fight!!!
Your little body was so frail and small.
But you kept your eyes on my face,
And wagged your tail to let me know,
You were aware of me.
The first injection was given to you,
And I watched you slowly fade to sleep.
My hand rested on your heart,
To make sure I felt your last beat.
When you started snoring,
I knew it was time,
I turned you over,
To watch you die.
It happened quickly,
You were gone.
You were at peace,
This I know.
Jeannie, you were not with us,
For long enough I donít think!!!
But I tried to give you all I could,
From bones to lots of treats.
I prayed for you everyday,
That your health would not fail.
You were here much longer than I could have ever hoped,
So freely you must go.
Go and be happy, with Samantha by your side.
Wait for me to join you,
As I live out my life.
Just know that you were loved, my sweet girl,
By your forever Mommie down below.
I wish you could have been here longer,
But Iím just glad we got to have you at all.
Rest in Peace sweet girl.
ZoeBy Michelle Santon
Running, Playing, Barking
Home, Family, Wire, Cage
Starving, Dying, Crying
My Heart Belongs to a PugBy Jim Figart
Big brown eyes and wrinkled brow,
A playful ball of fun-
Once that Pug was in my arms,
My heart was quickly won.
Running, jumping, chasing toys-
A dog that loves a game.
I found that when that Pug moved in-
My life was not the same.
Sprawled beside my chair at night,
As each day finds its end-
I'm grateful for the blessing
Of my Pug, my loving friend.
For Zoe on her anniversary:
One year ago today,
Neighbors asked what was wrong with you, and when I explained,
I canít believe it is a year gone by,
That you graced us with your presence.
You fill our home with light, with kisses
ZoŽ, to look at you now, no one would
The scar that seemed so huge,
I have never seen a baby
You have a spirit that is like no other.
You have taught me so many things,
Many of which I had never seen.
Zoey, when I hug you so tight,
GuntherBy Michelle Santon
A little boy pug,
Rescue was called,
Put down that day.
I picked up this skinny bundle,
I brought him home,
I watched as Gunther
I fell in love,
I thought about him everyday,
I watched him gain weight,
I thought, ďYou need to be mine,
you were adopted,
They were so excited to have you,
Just like I would be.
My heart aches because you are no
I have six wonderful babies,
I know in my heart,
I hope you will forgive me,
are my sweet boy,
From the day I was born something was wrong with me
For my life it was decided I would never see
Never see the green grass where I loved to run and spin
Or never see where my kisses fell, on my Momís chin
I wanted to prove to everyone I would be okay
But the doctors had something else to say
They said my little body was losing the fight
The battle was no longer just the loss of my sight
Mom told me she loved me and as tear fell from her eye
She cried that she wasnít ready to say good-bye
I kissed her and I love you I tried to say
As I listened to her that night pray
She asked God to help her do the right thing
For him to take me away to hear the pug angels sing
Broken my body may be forever
Broken will my spirit and soul be never.
By Kim Ohlinger
A Dog's PleaBy: Anonymous:
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I might lick your hand between blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me learn.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footsteps fall upon my waiting ear.
Please take me inside when it is cold and wet, for I am a domesticated animal, no longer accustomed to bitter elements. I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst.
Feed me clean food that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.
And, my friend, when I am very old, and I no longer enjoy good health, hearing and sight, do not make heroic efforts to keep me going. I am not having any fun.
Please see that my trusting life is taken gently, I shall leave this earth knowing with the last breath I draw that my fate was always safest in your hands.
NadaBy: Vicki Rank
They gave her to me free
My boss said 'Get her out of here'
That's how we came to be
She was not of perfect standard
Like a great Boxer should be
She had a crooked nose
And really crooked teeth
I had another dog at home
My shepherd-husky mix
Raz would have no problem
It was my husband who had fits
I hid her underneath my coat
Into the house we snuck
He said,'Nope, nota nuther dog'
And that`s the name that stuck
As with any other dog
Puppyhood was hell
When it all was said and done
She`d trained us pretty well
She went with me eveywhere
Always by my side
In the car, to work, vacations
Even on boat rides
`Not' was always there for me
Thru laughter and thru tears
We held each other sacred
For over fifteen years
She told me it was time to go
Cuz she was tired and old
I know we'll meet again someday
My Rainbow Bridges `Pot of Gold'
A Faithful DogBy: Anonymous
And Laugh With You -Or Cry-
He'll Gladly Starve To Stay With You
Nor Ever Reason Why,
And When You're Feeling Out Of Sorts
Somehow He'll Understand
He'll Watch You With His Shining Eyes
And Try To Lick Your Hand.
His Blind, Implicit Faith In You
Is Matched By His Great Love -
The Kind That All Of Us Should Have
In The Master, Up Above.
When Everything Is Said And Done
I Guess This Isn't Odd
For When You Spell "Dog" Backwards
You Get The Name Of God.
A New LifeBy: Heidi Penrod (2004)
It's so that I can't tell if it's day or night.
I'm cold and wet, whimpering in pain,
Not bothering to bark out loud, for I know it's in vain.
I wonder if today is the day that I will eat,
To ease my mind, instead I lick my sore feet.
Wait, what's the noise and commotion outside?
Running in circles, there's no place to hide.
My cage door opens to the bright sun glowing above,
Gentle hands reaching in, contact I have been void of.
Holding me close as I shiver with fear,
Comforting words whispered in my infected ear.
Looking around, I see so many of us, yet I had always felt alone,
So many other dogs and puppies, to me had been unknown.
Lights flashing, humans talking rapidly, I'm in a warm car,
Wondering where I am being taken, for this is all so bizarre.
Into a house, a first for me, and given a warm bath,
Food in my tummy, first time in days, I must be on the right path.
I'm learning what it's like, sleeping in the warmth of a soft bed,
Snuggled up close with other's like me, comforting my little head.
This wonderful new life of mine is something to behold,
It's just the start, only the beginning I am told.
For one day, someone will take me to a special place to call my own,
For there, I will be spoiled and loved in a place I'll call home.
The gratitude and thanks go to the many who saved us from life in hell,
The pain, suffering, hunger and death, we have all bid farewells.
The rescue people cry for the ones that didn't make it,
I try to comfort them with my charm, antics and wit.
They laugh at me, scoop me up and kiss on my face,
I don't know if I'm ever going to want to leave this place.
The rescue people tell me it gets much better than this,
In my forever home, I won't have to share my human's kiss.
I'll miss my rescue friends where my new life started,
They will never be forgotten, even though we've parted.
I'm as happy as a dog can be in my new home,
My own bed, soft toys, good food and a yard to roam.
I send my puppy prayers to heaven each night
Blessing the rescue workers, who never give up the fight.
My Friends, My PugsBy: Sam Greatorex (2006) - pictured with Basil and Peaches
Because of their squashed in face.
Itís just one thing that makes them perfect,
In every single way.
You may find their snorting disturbing,
Their snoring just as bad.
But Iíll tell you this for nothing,
Theyíre the best dogs you could have.
If you were to see them,
I know youíd feel the same.
To look into those big bog eyes,
Theyíll ease away your pain.
Iíll tell you why I love them,
ĎCause when Iím feeling down,
Theyíre loyal, trusting and happy,
And theyíre always around.
Youíll never know the pleasure,
When needing loving hugs,
They always come a waddliní
My wrinkly little pugs.
Senior DogBy Kyla Jones to her forever pug Roy
A treasure trove discarded,
A soul of deep devotion breathes
Your eyes donít register the glow
But see, with sharp acuity,
The inner lights of love.
Your ears don't hear the words of love,
I cannot make you young again,
OPR does not adopt outside of the state of Ohio, no exceptions. If you live outside Ohio and wish to adopt a Pug, please refer to your local Pug rescue.