“One need not be a chamber to be haunted;
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Material place.”   
 Emily Dickinson
 

Almost a year has now passed

I’m still remembering their pain

So many of their lives and mine

Will never ever again be the same

This monster storm took far too much

From so many souls that most horrific day

May one like her never come stalking them again

May none of them ever again be so forgotten this way

Somewhere between 600,000 and One Million

Companion animals were abandoned in this hurricane

Slightly over 12,000 of them were eventually rescued

The rest lost in her howling winds and her devastating rain

Those surviving forced to somehow fend for themselves

And it was the haunted look in far too many of their eyes

That will live on in my mind for the rest of my natural days

That still makes so many of us who went there still want to cry

But I also have some extremely fond everlasting remembrances

Of extremely dedicated rescue volunteers from all over our planet

Who helped each other cope with the horrific images we all beheld

Renewing our vows to never take our earthly neighbours for granted

©2006, Mr. Ed

 The linked slideshow below

Was produced by my friends

At The Animal Ark Shelter

In Hastings, Minnesota

 

The terrified tiny white dog

Shown in the very last picture

Was found lying cuddled against

The dead body of its human owner

This dog suffered chemical burns

Over most of its emaciated body

But its emotional scars were far worse

And we can only attempt to imagine

What its human companion endured

May None of Us Ever Forget - Ever Again

That All Life on Our Planet is Truly Precious

And Renew our Compassion and our Kindness

Towards All of Our Many Diverse Earth Neighbours

 http://www.animalarkshelter.org/katrina/Katrina.html

Be sure to check out Ed's websites.

http://edkostro.home.comcast.net/wsb/html/view.cgi-home.html-.html

www.authorsden.com/edkostro

 



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Morning Kiss

A morning kiss, a discreet touch of his nose landing somewhere on the middle of my face.
Because his long white whiskers tickled, I began every day laughing.

Janet F Faure

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