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				<pubdate>Sun, 18 Jun 2006 21:12:14 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Mister Incredabull ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I ONLY WANTED YOU 

They say memories are golden
well maybe that is true.
I never wanted memorie ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I ONLY WANTED YOU 

They say memories are golden
well maybe that is true.
I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you.

A million times I needed you,
a million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you
you never would have died.

In life I loved you dearly,
In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place
no one could ever fill.

If tears could build a stairway
and heartache make a lane,
I'd walk the path to heaven
and bring you back again.

Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us one by one,
the chain will link again.

Author unknown]]></content:encoded>
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		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/283294/diary/The_truth_about/167773</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 18 Jun 2006 21:09:08 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Mister Incredabull ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Message From Valhalla 
You were with me to the very end and even after I had &quot;gone&quot; you held me, an ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Message From Valhalla 
You were with me to the very end and even after I had "gone" you held me, and as my soul left my body and I looked down and saw you crying, I wanted so much to tell you that I understood. You did this for me. 

I tried to tell you in my own way that it was time for me to leave, and I thank you for understanding. No other will take my place, but those I left behind will need your love and affection as I have had. 

You still think of me, and there are times you try to hide your tear-filled eyes....but please...be happy and think not of sadness, but of how I made you happy and made you laugh at the funny and smart things I did. 

There are no fences in Valhalla, for no one has the desire to "dig out".

There are no thunderstorms in Valhalla, therefore fear is never present. 

There are no fights in Valhalla. Everyone is congenial. 

There is no hunger. There is no thirst. There is much to explore. Many of us who are older take care of the little ones and guide them. It's fun watching them run with their ears flopping and their curly tails wagging. 

We have four seasons in Valhalla, and most of us agree, winter is our favorite.

So you see, my loved one, I am very happy... 

When it comes time for my friends to leave, I will meet them at the gates of Valhalla, and I will acquaint them with this beautiful and serene place, and I will take care of them for you. 

Thank you for loving me, caring for me, and having the courage to let me go with dignity. 


Jane S. Morris]]></content:encoded>
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		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/283294/diary/The_truth_about/167772</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 18 Jun 2006 21:05:31 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Mister Incredabull ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>THE EULOGY 
Look not where I was
For I am not there
My spirit is free
I am everywhere

In the  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ THE EULOGY 
Look not where I was
For I am not there
My spirit is free
I am everywhere

In the air that you breathe
In the sounds that you hear
Don't cry for me Mom
My spirit is near

I'll watch for you
From the other side
I'll be the one running
New friends by my side

Smile at my memory
Remember in your heart
This isn't the end
It's a brand new start

By: Carol Kufner]]></content:encoded>
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		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/283294/diary/The_truth_about/167771</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 18 Jun 2006 21:04:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Mister Incredabull ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Where To Bury A Dog 
There are various places within which a dog may be buried. We are thinking now ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Where To Bury A Dog 
There are various places within which a dog may be buried. We are thinking now of a setter, whose coat was flame in the sunshine, and who, so far as we are aware, never entertained a mean or an unworthy thought. This setter is buried beneath a cherry tree, under four feet of garden loam, and at its proper season the cherry strews petals on the green lawn of his grave. Beneath a cherry tree, or an apple, or any flowering shrub of the garden, is an excellent place to bury a good dog. Beneath such trees, such shrubs, he slept in the drowsy summer, or gnawed at a flavorous bone, or lifted head to challenge some strange intruder. These are good places, in life or in death. Yet it is a small matter, and it touches sentiment more than anything else.

For if the dog be well remembered, if sometimes he leaps through your dreams actual as in life, eyes kindling, questing, asking, laughing, begging, it matters not at all where that dog sleeps at long and at last. On a hill where the wind is unrebuked and the trees are roaring, or beside a stream he knew in puppyhood, or somewhere in the flatness of a pasture land, where most exhilarating cattle graze. It is all one to the dog, and all one to you, and nothing is gained, and nothing lost -- if memory lives. But there is one best place to bury a dog. One place that is best of all. 

If you bury him in this spot, the secret of which you must already have, he will come to you when you call -- come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death, and down the well-remembered path, and to your side again. And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel they should not growl at him, nor resent his coming, for he is yours and he belongs there. 

People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear no whimper pitched too fine for mere audition, people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them then, for you shall know something that is hidden from them, and which is well worth the knowing. 

The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master. 

by Ben Hur Lampman]]></content:encoded>
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		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/283294/diary/The_truth_about/167769</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 18 Jun 2006 20:57:22 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Mister Incredabull ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>They Will Not Go Quietly 

The dogs who've shared our lives
In subtle ways they let us know
thei ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ 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
belong to the
and always will.]]></content:encoded>
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		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/283294/diary/The_truth_about/167766</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 18 Jun 2006 20:49:35 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Mister Incredabull ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>&quot;The Journey&quot;
By: Author Unknown 



 

When you bring a pet into your life, you begin a jour ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ "The Journey"
By: Author Unknown 



 

When you bring a pet into your life, you begin a journey – a journey that will bring you more love and devotion than you have ever known, yet also tests your strength and courage.

If you allow, the journey will teach you many things about life, about yourself, and most of all, about love. You will come away changed forever, for one soul cannot touch another without leaving its mark. Along the way, you will learn much about savoring life’s simple pleasures – jumping in leaves, snoozing in the sun, the joys of puddles, and even the satisfaction of a good scratch behind the ears. If you spend much time outside, you will be taught how to truly experience every element, for no rock, leaf or log will go unexamined, no rusting bush will be overlooked, and even the air will be inhaled, pondered, and noted as being full of valuable information. Your pace may be slower – except when heading home to the food dish – but you will become a better naturalist, having been taught by an expert in the field.

Too many times we hike on automatic pilot, our goal being to complete the trail rather than enjoy the journey. Once we walk as the dog does, we discover a whole new world. We stop: we browse the landscape, we kick our leaves, peek in tree holes, look up, down and all around. And we learn what any dog knows: that nature has created a marvelously complex world that is full of surprises, that each cycle of the seasons bring ever changing wonders, each day an essence all its own.

You will find yourself doing silly things that your pet-less friends might not understand: buying dog birthday treats, driving around the block an extra time because your pet enjoys the ride, roll in the snow, wrestle with chewie toys, and bounce little rubber balls till your eyes cross. Your house will become muddier and hairier. You will wear less dark clothing and buy more lint rollers. You may find dog biscuits in your pocket or purse.

You will learn the true measure of love – the steadfast, undying kind that says, “It doesn’t matter where we are or what we do, or how life treats us as long as we are together.” Respect this always. It is the most precious gift any living soul can give another. You will not find it often among the human race. And you will learn humility. The look in my dog’s eyes often made me feel ashamed. Such joy and love at my presence. She saw not some flawed human who could be cross and stubborn, moody or rude, but only her wonderful companion. Or maybe she saw those things and dismissed them as mere human weaknesses, not worth considering, and so chose to love me anyway. 

If you pay attention and learn well, when the journey is done, you will be not just a better person, but the person your pet always knew you to be – the one they were proud to call beloved friend. I must caution you that this journey is not without pain. Like all paths of true love, the pain is part of loving. For surely as the sun sets, one day your dear animal companion will follow a trail you cannot yet go down. And you will have to find the strength and love to let them go. A pet’s time on earth is far too short – especially for those that love them. We borrow them, really, just for awhile, and during these brief years they are generous enough to give us all their love, every inch their spirit and heart, until one day there is nothing left. Deep down we somehow always knew that this journey would end. We knew that if we gave our hearts they would be broken. But give them we must for it is all they ask in return. When the time comes, and the road curves ahead to a place we cannot see, we give one final gift and let them run on ahead – young and whole once more. “Godspeed, good friend” we say, until our journey comes full circle and our paths cross again.]]></content:encoded>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 18 Jun 2006 20:47:44 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Mister Incredabull ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Life on earth is ending, it has to be today
I'm going home to Heaven, I have to go away.
I do not  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Life on earth is ending, it has to be today
I'm going home to Heaven, I have to go away.
I do not want to leave you, but I'm afraid I have to go,
But I promise to be with you to look down on you below.
It hurts me very deeply to watch your sad tears fall.
I want to hold you tightly I wish you heard me call.
My absence is a cross that you will have to bear.
I wish we were together it all seems to unfair.
But then I look around me and smile a real grin
Because Heaven is so much better than anywhere I've been.
I've reunited with the loved ones who went before myself.
Everyone is blessed here with happiness and health.
I really miss you my friend I know you miss me to.
Well see each other soon enough life never ends it's true.
Talk to me I'm listening even though I can't reply
I'm in Heaven waiting for you friend so please try not to cry.
I was on earth for the time God needed me to be
Then he needed me to come home and from pain he set me free.
Understand it's not your turn but one day he'll call for you
And then well run and play together like we always use to do.]]></content:encoded>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 18 Jun 2006 20:37:29 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Mister Incredabull ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>From the newsletter of The Lost Dogs&acirc; Home and Cat Shelter - Australian Non-Profit Animal Welfare  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ From the newsletter of The Lost Dogs’ Home and Cat Shelter - Australian Non-Profit Animal Welfare Organization. 

The Rescuer 
Unlike most days at the Rainbow Bridge, this one dawned cold and grey. All the recent arrivals were afraid and puzzled, for it was unlike 
any they had experienced there before. 
However those that had been waiting longer for their beloved people to lead them across the Bridge realised what was happening and began to line the pathway to the Bridge. 
Suddenly an elderly dog came into view. He approached slowly and though showing no obvious sign of injury or illness, was obviously in great emotional pain. His head hung down and his tail dragged. 
Unlike the animals now lining the pathway, he had not been restored to youth and vigor upon arriving at the Bridge. He felt out of place, and wanted only to cross over and find happiness. 
But the Bridge apologized that the tired and broken-spirited old dog couldn’t cross over. He explained that only those animals led by their owners could do that. 
Having nobody, and with nowhere turn, the dog dragged himself to a field in front of the Bridge. There he found others like himself, elderly or infirm, sad and discouraged. 
They were not running or playing but simply lying in the grass, staring forlornly across the Bridge. The old dog took his place among them and waited — for what he knew not. 
One of the newer dogs at the Bridge asked a cat who had been there longer to explain what was happening. The cat replied, ‘Those poor animals were abandoned, turned away, or left at rescue places, and never found a home on earth. They all passed on with only the love of a rescuer to comfort them. And because they had no people of their own to love them, they have no one to lead them across the Rainbow Bridge.’ 
‘So what will become of them?’ asked the dog sadly. 
‘Wait and see,’ the cat replied. 
At that instant the clouds dispersed and gave way to bright warm sunshine as a kind looking human being approached. 
Suddenly all the sad animals in the field were bathed in a golden light and immediately became young and healthy. The animals lining the pathway bowed their heads as the newcomer patted, scratched or stroked them. 
One by one, the now youthful and healthy animals from the field, including the old dog that had just arrived, fell into line behind him. All together they walked across the Rainbow Bridge to a future of happiness and unconditional love. 
The dog turned to the cat. ‘I watched. I saw. Now tell me please. What did it all mean?’ 
The cat smiled. ‘The human was a rescuer. The animals gathered along the pathway that bowed in respect had found their homes because of rescuers. 
‘They will cross over when their owners come to lead them over. Meanwhile the arrival of a rescuer is a great and solemn event. As a tribute, a rescuer may perform one final act of rescue. They may escort those poor animals that had no home on earth across the Rainbow Bridge.’ 
The dog thought for a moment, then said,’ I see.’ He smiled, ‘I think I like rescuers.’ 
The cat smiled back and replied, ‘As does heaven, my friend. As does heaven.’]]></content:encoded>
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