This one's for Molly

There's Always Room For One More


I see by his coat he must be a stray, the untidy look gives him away.
He's lost his will and is so thin, hasn't eaten, since God knows when.
I know as I coax him through the door, there's always room for one more.

The other night in the freezing rain, the little female came again.
Matted and soaked and crying in need, lost and alone with babies to feed.
Her pleading eyes I couldn't ignore, there's always room for one more.

There's a new face on the docks today, hungry, but clean, to our dismay
I stroked her head, her body rippled, when she got up I saw she was crippled
she started to go but fell to the floor, there's always room for one more.

There's the poor doggy standing in the rain, I've tried to entice him time and again
One ear's lopsided, the other's been torn, blind in one eye, lost and forelorn
He's coming now so I'll open the door, there's always room for one more.

These stories are true, as I've said before
There's always room for one more.

--Anonymous

I'm sure this was written about Molly and Mike! ;) :D

I can't read that one because it always makes me cry!!

Thank you, it really is a very nice story and a nice compliment Sue.

How sweet of you to post that Sue.

*wipes a tears*

How lovely. And my sentiments exactly.....there IS always room for JUST ONE more.:D