I am the bridge, Between what was and what can be. I am the pathway to a new life.
I am made of mush, Because my heart melted when I saw you, Matted and sore, limping, depressed, Lonely, unwanted, afraid to love.
For one little time you are mine. I will feed you with my own hand. I will love you with my whole heart. I will make you whole.
I am made of steel. Because when the time comes, When you are well, and sleek, When your eyes shine, And your tail wags with joy Then comes the hard part.
I will let you go - not without a tear, But without a regret. For you are safe forever - A new dog needs me now.
Who We Are
Our Motto - "Helping Families, One Pet at a Time"
Our mission is three fold. Our organization is a non-profit organization founded on the principle that as people enter the last stages of their lives their companion pets are very dear to them. We believe that all families should be able to have their companions until the very end whether they are in long term care facilities or hospice. We also act as a rescue organization, providing help for animals that have been abandoned, abused, and unwanted. The third aspect of the foundation is education for the community, teaching young and old alike the importance of caring for our animals and the impact such actions can have on society. In short, we are here for "Those Left Behind."
Learn more about our programs under the "Our Programs" link above. To lean more about us and how we got started, click HERE.
Therapy Pets for Children and Adults in Medical Facilities
Many clinical studies have shown that visitation by therapy animals in medical settings helps raise the spirits of those enduring long term medical care. Whether they are children or adults, the touch of an animal can relieve boredom and depression. We want to bring the love and compassion of pets to those patients who are undergoing, long term care placement, chemotherapy, cardiac restriction, and long term rehabilitation. Our handlers are there to offer their services as someone to just listen, visit, and offer companionship.
~Click Here to read more about our Therapy Programs~
We have many pets to choose from. If you are looking for a new companion in your life, please visit our Available Pets page and check out what we have.
We hold our Adoption Events EVERY Saturday between 11:00 am to 4:00 pm
Adoptions will be held at Petco located at 7731 W. Tropical Parkway, Las Vegas, NV
Our H.O.P.E. Program Helping Our Pets in Emergencies When unforeseen events happen to you, what happens to your pets?
Our H.O.P.E. Program ensures that your pets will be taken care of while you are unable to provide care and, if necessary, can be re-homed in the event you are unable to continue the lifetime care of your pet.
Visit our H.O.P.E. Page for more information about this innovative program.
WAYS TO HELP
We are a volunteer organization. All donations received go to the medical care, feeding, and transportation of the animals we have taken in and rescued. We also provide visitation to nursing homes, hospice centers, veteran’s hospitals, therapy centers, and children’s medical facilities. There are many costs involved in running an organization of this type and we rely primarily on donations and contributions.
A donation of any amount makes a difference. To make a donation to us today, just click on our secure PayPal button.
In additional to financial support, there are many other ways you can help. Please visit our Ways to Help page for more details.
Be sure to visit our "AND MUCH MORE "
section (link above).
We have, Pet Safety Info, Videos,
and "MUCH MORE"
Listen to Rae on "Observations" with Bob Fisher a local radio show
Click on the microphone to listen It might take a few moments for the recording to load.
This Video is a brief snapshot of why we do rescue. Thankfully, all of these precious companions have found their new home.
Visit our Video Page to see all of our Videos of Rescued Pets
RESCUE STORIES; COMMUNITY SUPPORT; WHAT'S HAPPENING AT OUR FOSTER HOMES
"Roo arrives at camp with his owner, “Rae Erickson” founder of “Those Left Behind Organization” of Las Vegas. Roo runs through his repertoire of tricks to the delight of the children. A small mutt (not too small and not a mutt), Roo performs his act flawlessly"
I am one of 24 dogs that were rescued from a hoarder. I need love and a stable home with someone who will care. Our rescuers have had me checked by a vet and given me a second chance at life. Will you be my second chance. .
For as little as 92¢ per day you can make this a better year for many homeless pets.
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was 'bad', you'd shake your finger at me and ask "how could you?" But then you'd relent, and roll me over for a belly rub. My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a 'dog person'. Still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy.
Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a 'prisoner of love'. As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.
There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog" and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your family but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her". They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understood the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with 'papers'. You had to prise your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you, that you had changed your mind, that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realised I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate. I retreated to a far corner and waited.
I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said "I'm so sorry". She hugged me, and hurriedly explained that it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her.
It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever
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God Made a Dog (Produced by Red Tettemer)
Meku Needs Your Help
Meku is “Those Left Behind” Foundation’s therapy dog. He has comforted children with brain injuries, Alzheimer’s patients, and school children along with participating in scouting programs and collecting food for families and rescues. He has been there when patients are at the end of their time offering comfort and love. Neglected and abused as a young dog, Meku has worked diligently to prove his appreciation and show others the value of the love of a dog.
Meku is currently facing surgery and is in considerable pain. We now ask for your help for a dog that has given so much too us and those touched by his gentle soul. He is facing a left leg surgery and a long term of recovery. We are facing a cost of $900 for the surgery.
During his recovery, Meku will stay with his Foundation family but will have to suspend his visits to hospitals and clinics. We ask for your donations for his surgery and your prayers for his recovery. Meku has found a wonderful purpose to his life and we want him to keep going with his mission to show the world a pet’s love is unconditional and healing.
Thank you for your generosity and support.
Donate via PayPal (use PayPay button below);
or by mail to “Those Left Behind” Foundation, 10040 W. Cheyenne Ave #170-116, Las Vegas, NV 89129.
I am one of 24 dogs that were rescued from a hoarder. I need love and a stable home with someone who will care. Our rescuers have had me checked by a vet and given me a second chance at life. Will you be my second chance.
The NCIS Gang
IN MEMORY OF ...
From: Sonya P.
"On April 16, 2014, we lost a dear friend and co-worker, Betsy Rinaldi, after a 3 year battle with Cancer. We make this $250 donation in her name as a loving memorial to her because Betsy loved all things living, especially animals.
Betsy thought these special gifts from God were put here on earth to show us how to love unconditionally. Betsy was a kind hearted woman who enjoyed nurturing not only her pets but also loved to display her green thumbs with gardening. She cherished the love and comfort she received from her pets in her time of need and felt that no one loves you unconditionally as your pet.
We hope this gift will help those who continue to need help. "
CLICK HERE TO MAKE A MEMORIAL DONATION FOR YOUR LOVED ONE
These puppies were found on the side of the road. It was a crime the way they were treated which is how they got their names!!!
Jeni (as in Shephard Director), Abby, Gibbs, McGee, DiNozzo, & Palmer. Ziva, Kate & Duckey have already been adopted.
Abby is 5 months old the rest of the gang is approximately 6 weeks old. All puppies are now available for adoption.
Adoptions fee is $400 this will cover spay/neuter, 3 Sets of vaccines, microchip and registration.
You will be able to take your puppy home after first vaccines and be given a schedule for follow up treatments that will be paid for by your adoption fee.
Mushu came to us this past month after her owner died overseas while on vacation. We noticed that she had a limp and thought she had just twisted her paw. We brought her in for X-rays and learned it is a torn ACL.
Mushu is a sweet and loving cockapoo and just wants to be loved and to find a new forever home. Before that can happen, she will need surgery to repair her ACL, followed by 10 weeks of rehab. As with all special needs pets, this takes money. Our vet estimates $1,100 with no complications.
We ask for your help. Donations can be made on our website or can be paid directly to West Charleston Animal Hospital over the phone at 702-362-7387 or by mail 7891 West Charleston Blvd, Las Vegas, NV 89117. Please make sure to state the payment is for Those Left Behind Foundation. To donate online through our website, please use this PayPal Donate Now button.
We will keep you posted and thank you in advance for your contribution to help Mushu have a pain free rest of her life.