Bella Luna - In Loving Memory

Rhodesian Ridgeback
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Home:Central Coast, CA  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Female   Weight: 100+ lbs

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Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Quick Bio:

November 19th 2003

Offlead runs with her friends at the local riverbed, Elings, and Hendry's Beach.

Rain - She thought she was made from brown sugar.

Favorite Toy:
It it was plush, and squeaked it was a GREAT toy.

Favorite Food:
Raw diet

Favorite Walk:
The riverbed near her house

Best Tricks:
Too many to list....

Arrival Story:
Francis' bipedesses sister and partner were owned by Bella. As Francis Rocks had barked about his cousin from day one of joining Dogster he thought she should have her own page.

Francis lost his best pal just before Christmas 2004. She was a wonderful dog who had to let go to the rainbow bridge at too early an age. Bella was diagnosed with a infiltrative lipoma at barely one year old and had to be let go at age 2 years one month. Alternative medicine (Homeopathic Vet Treatment, Raw Diet & Accupuncture) really helped Bella's quality of life for quite a while and reduced her need for pain medication. She was still chasing rabbits in the riverbed near her house a week before she left us.

Forums Motto:
The old soul- wise beyond her years.

To learn about dog health and raw diet:
Pitcairn, DVM

Academy of Veterinary Homeopathy:

American Holistic Veterinary Medical Ass:

American Academy of Veterinary Acupunctu:

I've Been On Dogster Since:
April 10th 2006 More than 9 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:

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Bella Luna's Blog

Wish we knew who wrote this...

September 9th 2007 9:58 pm
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I was standing on a hillside
In a field of blowing wheat,
And the spirit of a dog
Was lying at my feet.

She looked at me with kind dark eyes,
Ancient wisdom shining through.
In the essence of her being,
I saw the love there too.

Her mind did lock upon my heart
As I stood there on that day,
And she told me of this story
About a place so far away.

As I stood upon that hillside
In a field of blowing wheat,
In a twinkling of a second
Her spirit led my feet.

Her tale did put my heart at ease,
All my fears did fade away
About what lay ahead of me
On another distant day.

"I live among God's creatures now
In the heavens of your mind,
So do not grieve for me, my friend
As I am with my kind.

My collar is a rainbow's hue,
My leash is a shooting star.
My boundaries are the Milky Way
Where I sparkle from afar.

There are no pens or kennels here
For I am not confined,
But I'm free to roam God's heavens
Among the Doggie kind.

I nap the day on a snowy cloud
Gentle breezes rocking me,
And dream the dreams of earthlings,
And how it used to be.

The trees are full of liver treats,
And tennis balls abound,
And milkbones line the walkways
Just waiting to be found.

There even is a ring set up,
The grass all lush and green;
And everyone who gaits around
Becomes the Best of Breed.

For we're all winners in this place;
We have no faults, you see.
And God passes out those ribbons
To each one, even me.

I drink from waters laced with gold,
My world a beauty to behold;
And wise old dogs do form my pride
To amble at my very side.

At night I sleep in angel's arms,
Her wings protecting me,
And moonbeams dance about us
As stardust falls on thee.

So when your life on earth is spent
And you stand at Heaven's gate,
Have no fear of loneliness--
For here, you know, I wait.

- Author Unkown -


Love lost hope in learning for others...

August 10th 2006 10:55 pm
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Our family lost Bella just before Christmas a year and a half ago. She had to be assisted to the bridge at 2 years one month. She had been diagnosed with a rare, nasty infiltrative lipoma. She wasn’t given great odds by normal medicine for drastic invasive procedures with specialists; instead a great homeopathic vet treated her. She had a great quality of life up until the last day thanks to her homeopathic treatments and raw diet. She didn’t need to take much pain medication - which was amazing with the size of the fast growing mass. The homeopathic care and raw food kept her happy and with a good quality of life. The week before she was still chasing rabbits in the riverbed near her house.

The diagnosis of Bella Luna with an infiltrative lipoma at not even a year we went to all sorts of specialists. Modern medicine couldn't offer Bella much but major surgery with potential removal of a leg and large part of her hip with small odds of removing all of it, 6 week of radiation which meant live away from home- again with small odds. So alternative routes were tried. Chinese herbs and acupuncture helped until she went homeopathic (amazing to see the benefit from acupuncture with reduced pain).

We really recommend the specialists in Glendale. Oncologist Rodney Ayl
Requires a referral from your vet to see him.

Here's an article about him

As my cousin Francis the Dachshund is active in the dog fancy they sent out an email about me with the diagnosis to all members of his breed and all breed clubs and dog park friends and friends with dogs asking if they had experience with this diagnosis. They got a lot of emails back general ideas. One email was from a dachshund pet owner who they befriended down in La Jolla who's had Dachshunds for over 40 years. She swore by Dr. Stephen Blake and that he’d saved a couple of her dogs lives over the years. Although he wasn’t taking patients at the time he offered that Bellas owners email him and he try to help Bella. Our chance meeting of another Dachshund owner one day- led to a life changing event and introduction that would help Bella. Thank you Meister and MOM!

“Stephen Blake, D.V.M.
After several years in veterinary practice, Dr. Blake began to get frustrated by his “limited” knowledge. “When I started studying homeopathy, Bach flowers, acupuncture, massage, aromatherapy and animal communication, I realized these were the tools I needed to help animals’! Dr. Blake currently practices in San Diego, and is an “elder” of the American Holistic Veterinary Medical Association and author of The Pet Whisperer.”

Through input from Dr. Blake Bella went to a local homeopathic trained DVM. That first appointment was at least 1.5 hours. It was amazing the things she could tell about Bella without knowing her. Anyway they did remedies with her and she had a good quality of life as long as she could. Her need for pain medicine was greatly reduced with the remedies.

She recommended that Bella be switched to raw immediately. She was on high-grade kibble. She gave us Dr. Pitcairn recipes and Bella was switched. Francis' bipedess was very involved in the pre-prep of her food- compiling
and storage as Bellas owner had been a vegetarian for over 25 years. If she was to stay on kibble the vet said she could only recommend wellness brand. (now I know Wellness recently changed their formulas so I’m not sure if this still holds true) /pitcairn_book.html
He talks in this book about allergies, homeopathy, vaccines, etc.....natural household cleaners and some health issues... I highly recommend it. He includes in this book raw recipes, some that can be cooked and diets for dogs who have sensitive stomachs or people who want to supplement raw to Kibble.

We got Dr. Pitcairns book, joined lists on yahoo about Dog Health and Cancer and tried to find out more information for Bella. Talked to raw feeders as Francis met them in dog fancy like Joy Beckner an artists whose links I give below.
http://groups /group/canineswithcancer2/ roup/ClassicalHomeopathyPets/?yguid=157670917
http ://
http://w tte.html links_charlotte_pel

Here's my favorite how to site that does step by step on various things. .html

Found a link to a raw cancer diet

Here 's another of my favorite sites

Within this site there is a link to another article nutrition for dogs with cancer check it out

We’ve met through the dog fancy other dog owners breeders and got to know some that feed raw. I know more in Rhodesian Ridgebacks who feed raw than we met in Dachshunds . So we have tried to glean information from those breeders. Some use all homemade, others use that supplemented with other brands. I've seen 13 year old Ridgebacks who have been on raw for 8 years. The breeder feels she will have the proof she needs in a few more years as she has long term experience from full generations on raw.

Read some books, I only remember names of two- Dr. Pitcairn and this one.
The Holistic Dog Book: Canine Care for the 21st
Century by Denise Flaim

My vet in Santa Barbara does not buy into raw feeding however she did refer me to the Homeopathic vet. She is OK with Francis raw feeding now seeing how he has been doing - and knowing all sources are organic. She is into monitoring blood levels instead of over vaccinating.

There are groups on Yahoo for raw diets. Some are more "political" than others.
http://g p/rawfeeding/ roup/BARF-lite/

If I were to eat kibble or canned food I would pay a lot of attention to the ratings of the Whole Dog Journal. They do an annual rating of both.

My cousin Francis' owner went to an evening seminar on Raw diet in Pasadena, CA at Rose City Vet. A long drive after work in Santa Barbara for 2 hours of learning but it was worth it. Francis is sometimes a patient of Dr. Dana Bleifer who is there and at her own clinic. She was another person who was kind enough to try and help Bella's owners with other therapy's she had heard about- at least discuss the possibilities. And for that we are forever grateful.

We haven’t been to this but the people who Franics bipedess' took a raw seminar from are listed here:
Gael Parks, L.Ac., DOM (Doctor of Oriental Medicine)
has been involved in holistic health for over 25
years. Her private practice includes treating humans
and animals with acupuncture, herbs, homeopathy and
nutritional counseling. She is licensed in California
and New Mexico, and Nationally certified in
Acupuncture and Chinese Herbology (NCCAOM). Also on
the Board of Directors at the Glendale Animal Shelter,
(one of the first no-kill shelters in L.A.), Gael is
putting together a protocol for rescue animals based
on homeopathy, herbs, and acupuncture.

Julia Wolfe is a Golden Retriever breeder, agility
trainer, and respected psychic astrologer for humans
and their companion animals—in practice
internationally for over 25 years. She and Gael Parks
have been promoting raw foods for over 5 years, and
have successfully bred champion Goldens on a raw food
diet with spectacular results. Julia, along with Gael
Parks and Terrie Johnson, have been teaching the sold
out BARF WORKSHOPs at Rose City Veterinary Hospital in
Pasadena for several years.

We did learn that where I started with Dr. Pitcairn book recipes was a common way to start and acceptable to the vet, holistic vet and breeder teaching. None of them really give grain now but they say that after you see the benefits of the overall diet you will gradually reduce grain (which I agree with since I have) and increase veggies.

We also wanted to give some links for alternative veterinary care. Having seen the success of homeopathy and acupuncture eliminate the need for harsh pain medicines in dogs I know I post this in case someone needs it- although I hope no one does. When my cousin Francis and I were much younger we found out were with a vet who had a problem working with veterinary specialists- he had to be lead vet. This wasn't known until I needed to see specialists. Thankfully we got a referral to a great general vet and she referred us to many specialists to try and help Bella including homeopathy.

American Holistic Veterinary Medical Association
Members of the AHVMA practice holistic veterinary medicine and may use a variety of complementary and alternative modalities. The AHVMA Web site includes a directory of members listed by states.

Academy of Veterinary Homeopathy
Members of the AVH utilize homeopathy as their principal modality. The Academy offers certification in veterinary homeopathy. The AVH Web site includes a directory of members.

American Veterinary Chiropractic Association
The AVCA represents veterinarians interested in chiropractic as a treatment modality. The AVCA offers certification in veterinary chiropractic, and their
Web site contains a directory of members.

American Academy of Veterinary Acupuncture
The AAVA represents veterinarians who utilize acupuncture as a treatment modality. Their Web site contains a directory of members.

International Veterinary Acupuncture Society
An international association of veterinarians who use acupuncture as a modality. IVAS offers certification in veterinary acupuncture, and their Web site includes a directory of members.

Veterinary Botanical Medicine Association
The VBMA represents veterinarians who have a specific interest in botanical (herbal) medicine. They offer certification in botanical medicine, and their Web site includes a directory of members.

Other Veterinary Organizations

American Veterinary Medical Association

American Animal Hospital Association

American College of Veterinary Internal Medicine


The Rainbow Bridge

April 10th 2006 1:19 pm
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"Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water, and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent, his eager body begins to quiver. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. You have been spotted and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together........."

A Glimpse of the Rainbow Bridge- This is what Karma is for my bipeds

A Glimpse of the Rainbow Bridge
Author Unknown
Was it today; yesterday; a week; a month ago? There are no days; there are no nights since my furchild died. I reach to pet my furry friend who is no longer here. My heart is broken; my arms are empty; how many tears I've cried.
I leave the house, into the lane we always walked together. The rain is falling. I notice not. Just more tears on my face. She used to lead me down the lane. Her spirit leads me still. But we go a different way to a very strange and different place.
I stand before a rustic bridge I've never seen before. I stop. I know I'm not to cross. But why, I want to know? And then the rain suddenly stops. I look up into the clouds. I look down. The bridge is gone and in its place is a rainbow.
I look across the Rainbow Bridge and see a joyful sight; Thousands of healthy furchildren playing with my beloved pet. I want to run and love her, but I'm rooted to the spot.
She looks and wags her tail and I hear her bark, "Not yet." And then her bark turns to a voice and I hear her say, "You cared for me, you played with me and loved me to the end. I'm healthy now, don't cry for me. I'll meet you here again. Others need your love and care. I'm sending you a friend."
I rub my eyes and the rainbow is again a rustic bridge. I send a prayer for that quick glimpse to the loving God above. I hear a noise and glance back down. I can't believe my eyes. Across the bridge, my darling pet sent a furbaby for me to love. I pick up the furry bundle, hold her close to my dampened cheek. She nuzzles my neck, kisses my tears. It's true love at first sight. Not to replace the one who's gone; another who needs my love and care.
My eyes are drawn upward to see a Rainbow Bridge in radiating light.

The Star
The ***STAR*** (c)Doug Coulter 7/96 "All Rights Reserved"

I have used the star three times in my life and it has worked all three times.

I used it when my parents died and in July of l996 when I lost my Golden Retriever Tammy.

Part of the blood that flows through my body is Native American,and the Star was told to me years ago by a wise old lady.

I have felt the pain first hand of loosing a Golden and feel I must share the Star with other Golden owners in their time of need.

When someone leaves this earth they must take a very long and lonely journey,what I am going to tell you is how to find out if that journey was successful.

You must have loved your dog when he was alive and upon his death feel as if your heart has been ripped from your body.

The star will not work if is a false gesture on your part.

You must follow the steps exactly the way I will tell you to find that star.

Go into the night the first clear night you have in your area.

Go to a spot you and you dog used to go.

Close your eyes and talk to your dog as if he is siting right by your side,don't rush it, tears will flow like a giant river.

All at once you will feel a very strange sensation,it will feel as if the dog is sitting right by your side.

At that moment open your eyes and look to the sky,look all over ,but mostly in the North,Northeast portion.

All at once you will see the brightest and warmest star in the sky,it will be the one blinking.

It will draw your attention to it.

At that moment close your eyes,then open them again and if you see that star again it is you dog telling you that he has had a successful journey.

That star will stay in the same spot night after night until your grieving is over,then it will disappear- never to be seen by you again until you too have made that successful journey.

When your journey is complete,you too will put your star in the sky.

Doug Coulter

Codokas Goldens&Dog Training

Past Home Of: U-CDX -TAMARA OF DOC'S MONTY- CDX ,S-CDX, CGC, REGISTERED THERAPY DOG(Our Little ***STAR***.) 11-9-85 to 7-19-96 Waiting patiently for me at the bridge. I still miss you,I still love you,and the hurt is still there.

In Memoriam Henry Willet
I miss the wagging little tail;
I miss the plaintive, pleading wail;
I miss the wistful loving glance;
I miss the circling welcome-dance.”
A Bridge Called Love
It takes us back to brighter years,
to happier sunlit days
and to precious moments
that will be with us always.
And these fond recollections
are treasured in the heart
to bring us always close to those
from whom we had to part.

There is a bridge of memories
from earth to Heaven above...
It keeps our dear ones near us

It's the bridge that we call love.
Author Unknown

Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed Beauty without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, and all the Virtues of Man, without his Vices. This Praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery if inscribed over human ashes, is but a just tribute to the Memory of Boatswain, a Dog. ~George Gordon,

Lord Byron, "Inscription on the Monument of a Newfoundland Dog"
At the death of 'Boatswain', the Newfoundland who was the trusted friend of Lord Byron, the famed English poet has a monument erected on his grave at Newstead abbey. Then he wrote the following poem, which was etched on one side of the octagonal shaft:

When some proud son of man returns to earth,
Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth,
The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe,
And storied urns record who rests below;
When all is done, upon the tomb is seen,
Not what he was, but what he should have been.
But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend,
The first to welcome, the foremost to defend,
Whose honest heart is still his master's own,
Who labors, lives, fights, breathes for him alone,
Unhonored falls, unnoticed all his worth,
Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth.
While man, vain insect, hopes to be forgiven,
And claims himself a sole, exclusive heaven.
Ye! Who behold, perchance, this simple urn,
Pass on; it honours none you wish to mourn.
To mark a friend's remains these stones rise,
I have never known but one - and here he lies.

Dogs have given us their absolute all. We are the center of their universe. We are the focus of their love and faith and trust. They serve us in return for scraps. It is without a doubt the best deal man has ever made. ~Roger Caras

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. xeSFshop.aspx?sid=200412201435280000000069522622&sfid=20184& c=7059

THE EULOGY By: Carol Kufner
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

The Power of the Dog, Rudyard Kipling
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 to 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--'ve given your heart to 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 to a 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-term 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?

Loss of A Pet
For those who have lost a pet.
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 a breakfast
I watched you pour your 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 to it with such care
I want to reassure you
that I am not lying there

I walked with you towards the house
as you fumbled for the key
I gently put my paw on you
I smiled and said "its me"

You looked so very tired
you sank into a chair
I tried so hard to let you know
that I was standing there

Its possible for me
to be so near everyday
to say to you with certainty
" I never went away"

You sat there very quietly
then smiled like you knew
in the stillness of the evening
I was very close to you

The day is over
smile and 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 meet 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
Author Unknown

The Last Battle
If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done,
For this -- the last battle -- can't be won.
You will be sad I understand,
But don't let grief then stay your hand,
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years,
You wouldn't want me to suffer so.
When the time comes, please, let me go.
Take me where my needs they will tend,
Only, stay with me till the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree
This is a kindness you do for me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;
We've been so close -- we two -- these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.
Author Unknown

A Parting Prayer © Brandy Duckworth, 1998
Dear Lord, please open your gates
and call St. Francis
to come escort this beloved companion
across the Rainbow Bridge.

Assign her to a place of honor,
for she has been a faithful servant
and has always done her best to please me.

Bless the hands that send her to you,
for they are doing so in love and compassion,
freeing her from pain and suffering.

Grant me the strength not to dwell on my loss.
Help me remember the details of her life
with the love she has shown me.
And grant me the courage to honor her
by sharing those memories with others.

Let her remember me as well
and let her know that I will always love her.
And when it's my time to pass over into your paradise,
please allow her to accompany those
who will bring me home.

Thank you, Lord,
for the gift of her companionship
and for the time we've had together.

And thank you, Lord,
for granting me the strength
to give her to you now.


Beyond The Rainbow cg – 1995
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.

A subscriber of the Ontarion Argus has written to the editor asking, " Where shall I bury my dog?" We would say to the Ontario man that there are various places in which a dog may be buried. We are thinking now of a setter, whose coat was flame in the sunshine, and who, as far as we are aware, never entertained a mean or unworthy thought. This setter is buried beneath a cherry tree, under four feet of garden loan, and in its proper season the cherry strews petals on the green lawn of his grave. Beneath a cherry tree, or an apple tree, or any flowering shrub is an excellent place to bury a dog. Beneath such trees, such shrubs, he slept in the drowsy summer, or gnawed at a flavorous bone, or lifted his head to challenge some strange intruder. These are good places, in life or in death. Yet it is a small matter. For if the dog be well remembered, if sometimes he leaps through your dreams actual as in life, eyes kindling, laughing, begging, it matters not where the dog sleeps. On a hill where the wind is unreduced, and the trees are roaring, or beside a stream he knew in puppy hood, or somewhere in a pastureland where exhilarating cattle graze. It is all one to the dog, and all one to you and nothing is gained and nothing is lost-if memory lives. But there is one best place to bury a dog. If you bury him in this spot, 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 shall not growl at him, nor resent his coming, for he belongs there. People may scoff at you, who see no light blade of grass bent by his footstep, who hear no whimper, people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them, 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.
Ben Hur Lampman, "How Could I Be Forgetting?"

The author is Unknown.

Your Dog

The years go so very fast and before you know it that romping pup is
old and gray muzzled and they have sat by our sides while we read,
watch TV, and work on our computers. Every so often they come to lay
their heads in our laps, toss our elbow with their muzzle or gaze
into our eyes and wait for us to notice them.

Take a moment now to remember what they mean to you.
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 running 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

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 others 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 and 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
and who you are. You are human, in all your quirkiness, and I love
you still.

No, 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 into
my ears. Speak with your heart, with your joy, and I will know your
true self. We may not have tomorrow, but we do have today, and life
is oh so very short.

So please--come sit with me now and let us share these precious
moments we have together.


When God made the earth and sky,
The flowers and the trees,
He then made all the animals
And all the birds and bees,
And When his work was finished
Not one was quite the same.
He said, "I'll walk this earth of mine
And give each a name."
And so he traveled land and sea
And everywhere he went
A little creature followed Him
Until its strength was spent.
When all were named upon the earth
And in the sky and sea,
The little creature said," Dear Lord,
There is not one left for me."
The Father smiled and softly said
"I've left you to the end.
I've turned my own name back to front
And call you Dog, my friend."

Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog's
owners, Ron, his wife, Lisa, and their little boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker and they were hoping
for a miracle. I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family there were no miracles left for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home. As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for the four-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt Shane could learn something from the experience.

The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker's family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm,
petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes,
Belker slipped peacefully away. The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any difficulty
or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker's death,wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives. Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, "I know why." Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me - I'd never heard a more comforting explanation. He said, "Everybody is born so that they can learn how to live a good life - like loving everybody and being nice, right?" The four-year-old continued, "Well, animals already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long."

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