World Animal Day was started in 1931 at a convention of ecologists in Florence as a way of highlighting the plight of endangered species. Since then it has grown to encompass all kinds of animal life and is widely celebrated in countries throughout the world. October 4 was chosen as World Animal Day as it is the Feast Day of St Francis of Assisi, the patron saint of animals.
It is intended as a day of celebration for anyone in the world who cares about animals. It is not restricted to any one nationality, creed, religion, political belief or ideology. World Animal Day is not linked to any one individual, organisation or campaign, but belongs to everyone.
For us at Noah's Ark, our work involves working with the neglected and abandoned dogs, especially the strays who are at the core of our welfare's work. Today, we would like to use this special day to commemorate our love and respect for animals by highlighting the importance of animals in the world. We dedicate this following poem to all the strays that struggle to make it through each day.
Through Lost Eyes
By Kelli O. Kersell
Come see the world through the "Eyes of the Lost",
Come feel the pain, come pay the cost.
You see them in alleyways, hiding in doors,
They shiver in winter, they're soaked when it pours.
Some may have once known a better life.
Then abandoned alone to this world of strife.
Their food's from the dumpsters, or off of the street,
Their throats grow parched in the summer heat.
In their fear and confusion, they quietly cry.
While still others must watch their little ones die.
Coats filled with fleas, mats and tatters.
They soon find out how little things matter.
Their bellies are empty, their spirits are torn,
Still they search on till their paws are worn,
My friend, I challenge you If you dare.
I ask, if you say you truly care.
Don't close your ears to the little ones cries,
See life...just this once..
By Kelli O. Kersell
Come see the world through the "Eyes of the Lost",
Come feel the pain, come pay the cost.
You see them in alleyways, hiding in doors,
They shiver in winter, they're soaked when it pours.
Some may have once known a better life.
Then abandoned alone to this world of strife.
Their food's from the dumpsters, or off of the street,
Their throats grow parched in the summer heat.
In their fear and confusion, they quietly cry.
While still others must watch their little ones die.
Coats filled with fleas, mats and tatters.
They soon find out how little things matter.
Their bellies are empty, their spirits are torn,
Still they search on till their paws are worn,
My friend, I challenge you If you dare.
I ask, if you say you truly care.
Don't close your ears to the little ones cries,
See life...just this once..
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