July 28th 2010 7:45 am
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Here's another poem Hanna Banana shared with me! I'm so excited that she is Dogster's Diary of the Day so everyone can share!!!
I AM ALWAYS WITH YOU~
When I am gone, release me, let me go.
I have so many things to see and do,
You mustn't tie yourself to me with too many tears,
But be thankful we had so many good years.
I gave you my love, and you can only guess
How much you've given me in happiness.
I thank you for the love that you have shown,
But now it is time I traveled on alone.
So grieve for me a while, if grieve you must
Then let your grief be comforted by trust
That it is only for a while that we must part,
So treasure the memories within your heart.
I won't be far away for life goes on.
And if you need me, call and I will come.
Though you can't see or touch me, I will be near
And if you listen with your heart, you'll hear
All my love around you soft and clear
And then, when you come this way alone,
I'll greet you with a smile and a "Welcome Home".
July 26th 2010 6:39 pm
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Hanna Banana http://www.dogster.com/dogs/870782 shared this in Rainbow Bridge Angel Babies today. She received it from her friend Droopy. Thank you both. It is beautiful!
My little furchild passed away, no more to breathe a sound. I held her for
the last time, then entombed her in the ground. Day and night I wept so
much, in tears I thought I'd drown. I searched my soul for comfort, but no
peace therein was found. In great despair, I hit my knees and then began to
pray. "Father will I ever see, my baby again someday?"
I raised my eyes and saw an angel standing near a gate. I sensed an inner
peace I'd never felt before that day.The angel smiled and said to me, "Oh ye
of little faith! God sees every bird that falls; He knows your baby's
fate. I have met your little sweetheart, I saw her pass my way.
Paradise is lovelier than you can comprehend. No pain or grief, no tears or
fears, and life will have no end. God gave to man His only Son, to cover all
his sins. So why would God withhold from you, your pure and loving friend?”
The angel took me by the hand and said, "Now come with me. A glimpse of
paradise I'll give to you so you can see." Through the gate and o'er the
Rainbow Bridge we did proceed. Through green valleys filled with flowers,
rolling hills and trees to paradise!
The place was filled with joy. I saw my baby playing there, with dogs and
cats and toys. She also had some treats, and food that she enjoyed. I
pleaded, “May I hug my baby? The angel answered, “No, You’ d violate a
sacred site, and now it’s time to go.” He led me back across the Bridge and
through the gate to home. He left me there with new-found hope and peace
within my soul. If someone ever asks what happens to a furbaby that dies,
Just give a gentle smile of joy and look them in the eye. Take their hand
and comfort them and tell them not to cry. For our babies don't die, they
simply cross a bridge to paradise.
June 29th 2010 12:31 am
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Dear Sweet Georgie,
I miss you every day. Dad & I talk about you all of the time. We laugh about some of your antics, marvel at your personality and treasure the love that you brought to our lives. Every walk reminds me of you - your favorite places. Every vacation reminds me of you - your enthusiasm for exploring new places and meeting new people. You were our alpha of the schnauzers and shih tzus. You were a worthy leader and teacher for the others. There are so many things we shared together, it's difficult some days. Today was the first day I swam in our pool. Remember how you would sit on the steps with me, or glide around on a float with me. None of the others like to do that, so that will be our special little thing.
I hope you hear me when I ask for help with the other dogs!!! But more than anything, I hope you're walking & sniffing & seeing & hearing to full capacity with your sisters Annie & Molly. Please don't pester our kitties Tigger & Socks too much! I know how much you always liked to chase them.
Thank you for having been a part of our lives. You were one of a kind. You are my heart Georgie, and always will be!
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.
April 26th 2010 2:39 am
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Dear sweet Georgie, there isn't a day that I don't think about you. We just returned from a week away visiting relatives and friends. Remember your 100 lb bouvier friend Knut? We went to see him. We went to the beach with him last year, one of your favorite places to run. We went to a vineyard and an event. All places and people you would've loved to visit, where everyone would've welcomed your little character. This morning in bed, I thought of how you would love to sleep in with me, covered with the blankets. I missed you this morning.
There will never be another you. We all miss your sweet spirit.
April 9th 2010 2:06 pm
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I know the Angels took care of you sweet girl. Now you are an angel to help me with the others! But first you must enjoy your new freedom from your old body.
Guardian Angels of the Animals
Fairies care for Nature
But how about animals
Must I guess?
Or need I only ask
Are animals also
A fairy task?
The answer comes back
Loud and clear
The angels care
For animals dear
The animal spirits
Their loving protection
Each species has
An Angel guide
Close to protect them
At their side
If you open your heart
You’ll see them there
Soften your eyes
You cannot stare
Their loving presence
Fills the air
As you reach out
and caress an animal
friend, you also will
be touched by the presence
of angelic gentleness and
filled with the spirit of Light
In the night
The feathered softness
Of etheric wings
Brings sweet melody
When an Angel sings
So open your ears
To celebrate songs
You may even hear
And sacred gongs
As you still your breath
Feel the Angels there
When you sit
With your horse
Or your dog
Or your hare.
The Angels are there!
March 30th 2010 11:14 pm
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Who would've thought that I would be spending this afternoon at Dr. Porte's, your vet! Finnegan hurt his foot and Dr. Porte took care of him. We talked about you today. We talked about what a special little spirit you were, what an extraordinary girl you were. We lamented that it didn't seem fair that 2 species (human & canine) could have such an incredible connection and one has to leave so much earlier than the other. We agreed that it must have to do with the unconditional love we receive from each pet. That we get some for a while from one, and then have to go on to the next pet. It was really comforting to talk to Dr. Porte today. He loved you very much and took such good care of you. I remember the time he came into the room after putting down a kitty and you went right to him and gave him a kiss on the forehead...something you only did with me & dad. We also saw Angela at the clinic who was the 4th person you gave a kiss. You were a special little spirit. I miss you every day but I also recognize how lucky I was to have you in my life.
Love you little angel,
March 13th 2010 10:33 am
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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 test 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 rustling bush will be overlooked, and even the very 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. We miss the details - the colorful mushrooms on the rotting log, the honeycomb in the old maple snag, the hawk feather caught on a twig. Once we walk as a dog does, we discover a whole new world. We stop; we browse the landscape, we kick over leaves, peek in tree holes, look up, down, 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.
Even from indoors you will find yourself more attuned to the world around you. You will find yourself watching summer insects collecting on a screen. (How bizarre they are! How many kinds there are!), or noting the flick and flash of fireflies through the dark. You will stop to observe the swirling dance of windblown leaves, or sniff the air after a rain. It does not matter that there is no objective in this; the point is in the doing, in not letting life's most important details slip by.
You will find yourself doing silly things that your pet-less friends might not understand: spending thirty minutes in the grocery aisle looking for the cat food brand your feline must have, buying dog birthday treats, or driving around the block an extra time because your pet enjoys the ride. You will roll in the snow, wrestle with chewie toys, bounce little rubber ballstill your eyes cross, and even run around the house trailing your bathrobe tie - with a cat in hot pursuit - all in the name of love.
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, and feel the need to explain that an old plastic shopping bag adorns your living room rug because your cat loves the crinkly sound.
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 foibles, 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 be 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 as 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 of their spirit and heart, until one day there is nothing left.
The cat that only yesterday was a kitten is all too soon old and frail and sleeping in the sun. The young pup of boundless energy wakes up stiff and lame, the muzzle now gray. 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.
~ Crystal Ward Kent
March 10th 2010 12:15 am
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Today would've been your 15th birthday. You left us just a little over 2 months ago, the longest 2 months I can remember for awhile. Sometimes I feel your little spirit near me, sometimes I see a little grey movement out of the corner of my eye, sometimes I feel the intensity of your stare or hear a sound I know only you would've made. I always stop whatever it is I'm doing and recognize it's you. I truly understand now how you are still with me always. We have been together a long time, experienced some of the most intense moments together, including the decision to let you go, to let you go in peace because you were done here. It was the most difficult decision I ever had to make with you. But I looked in your eyes, and you told me it was time. You told me that it was ok. And as you made that transition with your final breath, I knew in my heart that it was ok. We were together, as we have always been. And I understand now that we will always be together. Thank you for that gift. Thank you for being so wonderful throughout your life and in your passing. Thank you for teaching me about loving unconditionally, having patience and being in the moment. I miss you every day, but my world is surrounded and colored by you having been a part of it. We were so connected during your lifetime, and we will be throughout my lifetime. I honor you on this date, your birth.
Much love to you my little angel,
March 5th 2010 12:19 am
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I thought of you with love today, but that is nothing new. I thought about you yesterday, and the days before that too. I think of you in silence, I often speak your name. All I have is memories and your picture in a frame. Your memory is my keepsake, with which I'll never part. God has you in his keeping, I have you in my heart ♥.
February 6th 2010 1:39 am
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A Living Love
~~by Martin Scot Kosins
If you ever love an animal, there are three days in your life you will always remember . . .
The first is a day, blessed with happiness, when you bring home your young new friend. You may have spent weeks deciding on a breed. You may have asked numerous opinions of many vets, or done long research in finding a breeder. Or, perhaps in a fleeting moment, you may have just chosen that silly looking mutt in a shelter — simply because something in its eyes reached your heart. But when you bring that chosen pet home, and watch it explore, and claim its special place in your hall or front room — and when you feel it brush against you for the first time — it instills a feeling of pure love you will carry with you through the many years to come.
The second day will occur eight or nine or ten years later. It will be a day like any other. Routine and unexceptional. But, for a surprising instant, you will look at your longtime friend and see age where you once saw youth. You will see slow deliberate steps where you once saw energy. And you will see sleep when you once saw activity. So you will begin to adjust your friend’s diet — and you may add a pill or two to her food. And you may feel a growing fear deep within yourself, which bodes of a coming emptiness. And you will feel this uneasy feeling, on and off, until the third day finally arrives.
And on this day — if your friend and whatever higher being you believe in have not decided for you, then you will be faced with making a decision of your own — on behalf of your lifelong friend, and with the guidance of your own deepest Spirit. But whichever way your friend eventually leaves you — you will feel as long as a single star in the dark night.
If you are wise, you will let the tears flow as freely and as often as they must. And if you are typical, you will find that not many in your circle of family or friends will be able to understand your grief, or comfort you.
But if you are true to the love of the pet you cherished through the many joy-filled years, you may find that a soul — a bit smaller in size than your own — seems to walk with you, at times, during the lonely days to come.
And at moments when you least expect anything out of the ordinary to happen, you may feel something brush against your leg — very very lightly.
And looking down at the place where your dear, perhaps dearest, friend used to lie — you will remember those three significant days. The memory will most likely to be painful, and leave an ache in your heart.
As time passes the ache will come and go as if it has a life of its own. You will both reject it, and it may confuse you. If you reject it, it will depress you. If you embrace it, it will deepen you. Either way, it will still be an ache.
But there will be, I assure you, a fourth day when — along with the memory of your pet — and piercing through the heaviness in your heart — there will come a realization that belongs only to you. It will be as unique and strong as our relationship with each animal we have loved, and lost. This realization takes the form of a Living Love — like the heavenly scent of a rose that remains after the petals have wilted, this Love will remain and grow — and be there for us to remember. It is a love we have earned. It is the legacy our pets leave us when they go. And it is a gift we may keep with us as long as we live. It is a Love which is ours alone. And until we ourselves leave, perhaps to join our Beloved Pets — it is a Love we will always possess.
I'm still on the third day sweet girl! Missing you so much.
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