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| From:  jackiendaisy (Original Message) | Sent: 2/14/2004 11:27 PM |
 FOR THE LOVE OF DOGS A faithful dog will play with you
And laugh with you...or cry
He'll gladly starve to stay with you
And never wonder why. 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. When everthing is said and done,
I guess this isn't odd.
For when you spell "Dog" backwards,
You will get the name of God. *unknown |
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| A man and his dog were walking along a road.
The man was enjoying the scenery,
when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.
He remembered dying,
and that the dog had been dead for years.
He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high,
white stone wall along one side of the road.
It looked like fine marble.
At the top of a long hill,
it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.
When he was standing before it,
he saw a magnificent gate in the arch
that looked like mother of pearl,
and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold.
He and the dog walked toward the gate,
and as he got closer,
he saw a man at a desk to one side.
When he was close enough, he called out,
"Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.
"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?"
the man asked.
"Of course, sir.
Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up."
The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
"Can my friend,"
gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."
The man thought a moment
and then turned back toward the road and continued
the way he had been going.
After another long walk,
and at the top of another long hill,
he came to a dirt road which led through a farm gate
that looked as if it had never been closed.
There was no fence.
As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside,
leaning against a tree and reading a book.
"Excuse me!" he called to the reader.
"Do you have any water?"
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there"
The man pointed to a place that couldn't be seen
from outside the gate.
"Come on in."
"How about my friend here?"
the traveler gestured to the dog.
"There should be a bowl by the pump."
They went through the gate,
and sure enough,
there was an old fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.
The traveler filled the bowl and took a long drink himself,
then he gave some to the dog.
When they were full,
he and the dog walked back toward the man
who was standing by the tree waiting for them.
"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.
"This is Heaven," was the answer.
"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said.
"The man down the road said that was Heaven, too."
"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates?
Nope. That's Hell."
"Doesn't it make you mad
for them to use your name like that?"
"No. I can see how you might think so,
but we're just happy that they screen out the folks
who'll leave their best friends behind." | |
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MY FURRY FRIEND What would I do without you
My precious, furry friend?...
Part mischief, but all blessing,
And faithful to the end! You look at me with eyes of love:
You never hold a grudge...
You think I'm far too wonderful
To criticize or judge. It seems your greatest joy in life
Is being close to me...
I think God knew how comforting
Your warm, soft fur would be. I know you think you're human,
But I'm glad it isn't true...
The world would be a nicer place
If folks were more like you! A few short years is all we have:
One day we'll have to part...
But you my pet, will always have
A place within my heart. ~ Hope Marrington Molb ~
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Dogs Who've Shared our Lives "They will not go quietly,
the dogs who've shared our lives.
In subtle ways they let us know
their spirit still survives.
Old habits still make us think
we hear a barking at the door.
Or step back when we drop
a tasty morsel on the floor.
Our feet still go around the place
the food dish used to be,
And, sometimes, coming home at night,
we miss them terribly.
And although time may bring new friends
and a new food dish to fill,
That one place in our hearts
belongs to them...
and always will." |
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LOSS OF A DOG
If you've ever known the joyful sound
Of barks that fill the air-
A sloppy kiss, a friendly paw,
A quiet adoring stare-
If you've ever had a special friend
To share a tear or two,
Or maybe just a wagging tail
To lift you when you're blue-
If you've ever felt the wrenching pain
That only death can send,
Then you have lost
Not just a dog-
You've truly lost a friend.
But God is good and treasures love
And there at Heaven's gate-
A sloppy kiss, a joyful bark-
Your precious friend awaits.
*Unknown
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MY FRIEND True and trustful, never doubting, Is my young handsome friend; Always jolly, Full of fun, Bright eyes gleaming Like the sun -- Never see him blue or pouting From the day's break to its end. Whether I am "flush" or "busted" Makes on difference to him! "Let's be gay, sir" -- He would say, sir '' "Won't have any Other way, sire!" Oh, he's never cross and crusted -- Light of heart and full of vim! Often we go out together For a ramble far and wide -- Catch the breezes Fresh and strong Down the mountain Swept along -- For we never mind the weather When we two are side by side. But my friend is sometime quiet, And I've caught his clear brown eye Gazing at me, Mute, appealing -- Telling something, Yet concealing, Yes, he'd like to talk! Well, try it -- "Bow, wow, wow," and that's his cry! -Anonymous. |
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The Power of the Dog By Rudyard Kipling, 1865 - 1936 THERE is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear. Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie--
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear. When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find--it's your own affair--
But...you've given your heart for a dog to tear. When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!);
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone--wherever it goes--for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart for the dog to tear. We've sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we've kept 'em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long--
So why in Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear? |
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IN MEMORIAM I MISS the little wagging tail; I miss the plaintive, pleading wail; I miss the wistful, loving glance; I miss the circling welcome-dance. I miss the eyes that, watching, sued; I miss her tongue of gratitude That licked my hand, in loving mood, When we divided cup or food. I miss the pertinacious scratch (Continued till I raised the latch Each morning), waiting at my door; Alas, I ne'er shall hear it more. "What folly!" hints the cynic mind, "Plenty of dogs are left behind To snap and snarl, to bark and bite, And wake us in the gloomy night. "You should have sought a human friend, Whose life eternal ne'er could end -- Whose gifts of intelliect and grace Bereavement never could efface." Plenty of snarling things are left, But I am of a friend bereft; I seek not intellect, but heart -- 'Tis not my head that feels the smart. While loving sympathy is cherished, While gratitude is not quite perished; While patient, hopeful, cheerful meeting At our return is pleasant greeting; So long my heart will feel a void -- Grieving, my mind will be employed -- When I, returning to my door, Shall miss what I shall find no more. When we, at last, shall pass away, And see no more the light of day, Will many hearts as vacant mourn -- As truly wish for our return? Yet love that's true will ever know The pain of parting. Better so! "Better to love and lose" than cold, And colder still, let hearts grow old. So let the cynic snarl or smile, And his great intellect beguile; My little dog, so true to me, Will dear to heart and memory be. Henry Willett. (taken from THE DOG'S BOOK OF VERSE, collected by J. Earl Clauson, published copyright 1916, by Small, Maynard & Company) Put in by Boxerbtch |
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| If it should be that
I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep
Then you must do what must be done
For this last battle can't be won.
You will be sad, I understand
Don't let your grief then stay your hand
For this day, more than all the rest
Your love and friendship stand the test.
We've had so many happy years
What is to come can hold no fears
Would you want me to suffer? So
When the time comes, please let me go.
Take me where my needs they'll tend
Only stay with me until the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
It is a kindness that you do for me
Although my tail its last has waved
From pain and suffering I have been saved
Do not grieve it should be you
Who must decide this thing to do
We've been so close, we two these years
Don't let your heart hold any tears.
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DOGS DON'T HAVE SOULS, DO THEY?
Words by Chuck Wells I remember bringing you home. You were so small and
cuddly with your tiny paws and soft fur.
You bounced around the room with eyes flashing
and ears flopping. Once in a while you'd let out a little yelp
just to let me know this was your territory.
Making a mess of the house and chewing everything
in sight became a passion, and when I scolded you,
you just put your head down and looked up at me with
those innocent eyes, as if to say, "I'm sorry, but
I'll do it again as soon as you're not watching"
As you got older, you protected me by looking out the
window and barking at everyone who walked by.
When I had a tough day at work, you would be waiting
for me with your tail wagging just to say,
"Welcome home, I missed you."
You never had a bad day, and I could always count on
you to be there for me.
When I sat down to read the paper and watch TV, you
would hop on my lap, looking for attention. You never
asked for anything more than for me to pat your head
so you could go to sleep with your head over my leg.
As you got older, you moved around more slowly. Then,
one day, old age finally took its toll, and you couldn't
stand on those wobbly legs anymore, I knelt down and
patted you lying there, trying to make you young again.
You just looked up to me as if to say you were old and
tired and that after all these years of not asking for any
thing, you had to ask for one last favor.
With tears in my eyes, I drove you one last time to the
vet. One last time, you were lying next to me.
For some strange reason, you were able to stand up in
the animal hospital, perhaps it was your sense of pride.
As the vet led you away, you stopped for an instant,
turned your head and looked at me as if to say,
"Thank you for taking care of me."
I thought,
"No....thank you for taking care of me."
by Chuck Wells |
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Lonely Dog I wish someone would tell me what is it
That I've done wrong.
Why do I have to stay chained up
and be left alone so long?
They seemed so glad to have me
when I came here as a pup.
There were so many things we'd do
While I was growing up.
The Master said he'd train me as a
Companion and a friend.
The Mistress said she'd never fear
To be left alone again.
The children said they'd feed me and
Brush me every day.
They'd play with me and walk me
If I would only stay.
But now the Master "hasn't time"
The Mistress says I shed ~
She doesn't want me in the house
Not even to be fed.
The children never walk me.
They always say, "Not now"
I wish that I could please them.
Won't someone tell me how?
All I had, you see, was love.
I wish they would explain
Why they said they wanted mine,
And then left it on a chain. Author Unknown ~ |
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My Dog I'm Nearby
I stood by your bed last night,
I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying,
You found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly
as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you,
I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."
I was close to you at breakfast,
I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many
times your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops
today. Your arms were getting
sore. I longed to take your parcels,
I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today,
You tend it with such care.
I want to reassure you,
that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the
house, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you,
I smiled and said "it's me."
You looked so very tired, and
sank into a chair. I tried so hard
to let you know, that I was standing
there.
It's possible for me, to be so
near you everyday. To say with
certainty, "I never went away"
You sat there very quietly, then
smiled, I think you knew...in the
stillness of that evening, I was
very close to you.
The day is over...smile and watch
you yawning and say "goodnight,
God bless, I'll see you in the
morning."
And when the time is right for you
to cross the brief divide, I'll rush
across to greet you and we'll stand,
side by side.
I have so many things to show
you, there is so much for you to
see. Be patient, live your journey
out, then come home to be with me.
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IN OUR HEARTS We thought of you with love today.
But that is nothing new.
We thought about you yesterday.
And days before that too. We think of you in silence.
We often speak your name.
Now all we have is memories.
And your picture in a frame. Your memory is our keepsake.
With which we'll never part.
God has you in his keeping.
We have you in our heart. Author: Unknown |
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Beyond The Rainbow As much as I loved the life we had and all the times we played,
I was so very tired and knew my time on earth would fade.
I saw a wondrous image then of a place that's trouble-free
Where all of us can meet again to spend eternity.
I saw the most beautiful Rainbow, and on the other side
Were meadows rich and beautiful -- lush and green and wide!
And running through the meadows as far as the eye could see
Were animals of every sort as healthy as could be!
My own tired, failing body was fresh and healed and new
And I wanted to go run with them, but I had something left to do.
I needed to reach out to you, to tell you I'm alright
That this place is truly wonderful, then a bright Glow pierced the night.
'Twas the Glow of many Candles shining bright and strong and bold
And I knew then that it held your love in its brilliant shades of gold.
For although we may not be together in the way we used to be,
We are still connected by a cord no eye can see.
So whenever you need to find me, we're never far apart
If you look beyond the Rainbow and listen with your heart. |
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I AM YOUR DOG (or Cat)
(on behalf of canines and felines everywhere)
I am your dog and I have a little something
I'd like to whisper in your ear.
I know that you humans lead busy lives.
Some have to work, some have children
to raise. It always seems like you are running
here and there, often much too fast,
often never noticing the truly grand things
in life. Look down at me now,
while you sit there at your computer.
See the way my dark brown eyes look at yours?
They are slightly cloudy now. That comes
with age. The gray hairs are beginning to ring
my soft muzzle. You smile at me;
I see love in your eyes. What do you see
in mine? Do you see a spirit?
A soul inside, who loves you
as no other could in the world?
A spirit that would forgive all trespasses
of prior wrong doing for just a simple
moment of your time? That is all I ask.
To slow down, if even for a few minutes
to be with me.
So many times you have been saddened
by the words you read on that screen,
of other of my kind, passing.
Sometimes we die young and oh so quickly,
sometimes so suddenly it wrenches
your heart out of your throat.
Sometimes, we age so slowly before your eyes
that you may not even seem to know until
the very end, when we look at you with
grizzled muzzles and cataract clouded eyes.
Still the love is always there, even when we
must take that long sleep, to run free
in a distant land.
I may not be here tomorrow;
I may not be here next week.
Someday you will shed the water from
your eyes, that humans have when deep
grief fills their souls, and you will be angry
at yourself that you did not have just
One more day" with me.
Because I love you so, your sorrow
touches my spirit and grieves me.
We have NOW, together.
So come, sit down here next to me
on the floor, and look deep into my eyes.
What do you see?
If you look hard and deep enough
we will talk, you and I, heart to heart.
Come to me not as alpha" or as "trainer"
or even "Mom or Dad," come to me
as a living soul and stroke my fur and let us
look deep into one another's eyes, and talk.
I may tell you something about the fun
of chasing a tennis ball, or I may tell you
something profound about myself,
or even life in general.
You decided to have me in your life because
you wanted a soul to share such things with.
Someone very different from you, and here
I am. I am a dog, but I am alive.
I feel emotion, I feel physical senses,
and I can revel in the differences
of our spirits and souls.
I do not think of you as a "Dog on two feet" -
I know what you are. You are human,
in all your quirkiness, and I love you still.
Now, come sit with me, on the floor.
Enter my world, and let time slow down
if only for 15 minutes.
Look deep into my eyes, and
whisper to my ears.
Speak with your heart, with your joy
and I will know your true self.
We may not have tomorrow,
and life is oh so very short.
Please take the time now while you still have it.
Give your pet a Hug.
Take him or her for a walk.
Just BE with THEM. |
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