a poem from storm.(he passed over the bridge yesterday.)

Group: ♥ The Pet Poetry Group ♥
Subject: Storm's Poem Sent: Wed May 16



Message:
A Dog's Heart

I lie patiently by the door listening for your footsteps~
Not knowing when you'll return, but hoping it will be soon.

I sit quietly at your feet waiting for your touch~
I enjoy just being near you, for you mean the world to me.

I eagerly watch whatever you do with eyes so full of love~
Hoping somehow it involves me and you spending time together.

I anxiously await the sound of my leash in your hand~
For I know it means we're going out, and anywhere's fine with me.

I sleep beside your bed at night knowing you're safe and sound~
For now, all is right within my world, and I can rest peacefully as well.

I cannot speak your language, nor do you seem to speak mine~
But somehow we seem to communicate, as if we are the same inside.

I enjoy the times we spend together playing or just staying inside~
I'd never change places with another, as I'm happiest being near you.

I want nothing more than to please you in whatever way I possibly can~
For when you are happy and joyful around me, my heart sings.

I long to hear you call my name and then say I'm such a good girl~
For these precious words are the sweetest sounds in the world to me.

I love you so much more than my eyes could ever possibly show~
But somehow I know that you understand and love me the same way.

I'll always be right here with you even when my time is through~
My spirit will stay close by your side, for you know I could never leave you.

For you are my best friend, my precious parent, my whole world.


From Storm~ To Dad~ May 15th, 2007

poem for skeeter

A "GOLDEN" GOOD-BYE

For Skeeter....

I sit and try to write the words, I want your heart to hear.
Hoping to find some comfort, in the fact that your not here.
I look out into the open field, that you once occupied,
Knowing now that field is empty, because my love, you've died.
I do believe with all my heart, that your soul has gone to be,
With all the other angel dogs, that you were meant to see.
We will have to stay behind, until God calls us too,
So do not be afraid, that he's only called for you.
The water is still, in the pond that you played,
And your bed is so empty, where your pretty head laid.
Our bed is to empty, where you once laid between,
the two people who LOVED you and now only dream,
That one day our eyes will shut one last time,
and you will come greet us, angel of mine.
Until then, I'll keep trying to see through my tears,
with memories you left us, to reflect through the years.
We'll never forget one minute we spent,
of loving and laughing, of places we went.
And I dread the day that your scent disappears,
for it's "proof" to me, Skeeter, that you were just here!
But one day will come, when we'll start to see through,
the pain of the moment, and remember just "you".
Now you go and play, and look down when you can,
remembering we love you, and this isn't the end.

this was our friend skeeter...he passed over the bridge- today!(written by his mommy)

Message:
Skeeter Bug
JANURARY 26, 1996 – MAY 15, 2007

Skeeter was born to a breeder who sold him to a wonderful, kind, older lady and gentleman when he was approximately eight weeks old. Skeeter grew into a nice looking, healthy, robust pup. He had a nice home in the countryside with the older woman and man and they truly loved him. There was only one real problem and that was that Skeeter was always getting loose and running away. The people couldn’t run after him due to their age and physical ailments, and they were terrified he would get killed or dog-napped by some heartless person. So after many months of soul searching they decided to put Skeeter up for adoption. They had a total of 24 families call them and apply for ownership of Skeeter. Something about our family touched their hearts and they offered Skeeter to us on only one condition: that we would love and care for him for the rest of his life the way that they would if they were only well enough to do it. We promised them that we would, and we did.

We brought Skeeter home when he was nine months old. He changed our family and our hearts forever. He was always into some type of mischief when he was young and it usually involved digging a hole under the fence and running away. He LOVED to play fetch with a tennis ball. From the time we got him, until his death, he NEVER once played with any toy other than a tennis ball. We would even try to trick him into playing with other balls, but he had absolutely no interest in them at all.

When Skeeter was four he developed an illness that would cause him to have severe bouts of diarrhea and sometimes nausea and vomiting too. He was given antibiotics and a prescription dog food and that helped. Two and a half years later he got sick again and we thought we would lose him, but he pulled through. At the age of nine he once again developed the sickness. After MANY trips to the vet, a total diet change and lots of medication we knew that Skeeter wasn’t going to get well this time. The hardest decision in the world had to be made: WHEN to give him peace. We made that decision, and then we went with him and held him close until he took his last breath. We were in tears as Skeeter’s chest stopped rising and falling, but we knew that he had found the peace he so deserved. He’s at the Rainbow Bridge now waiting for us. We WILL see him again one day.

Skeeter leaves the Boy he loved so much, Brandon. His little girl, Sarah. Mom Tammy, and Dad Jerry. His fur siblings: Maddie, Miley, Sammy, Squeaky and Baby. And one set of Grandparents, John and Kathy.

wahoooo,i can sleep close to mom again!

hi woofies.
i'm so very happy.
you know why.
because today mom spoiled us so much.
i don't know why she spoiled us so much.
misty said mom just loves us so much....
we got presents and good tasting bones.(from wich i had a lott i must say)
i have a shewbone belly!
we have a kinds of squeek toys.(but i like to knibble the squeek out,so now some of them lost they'r voice)
but the most pawsome gift mom gave me is our own bedroom.
now i can sleep in the room next to mommy's room.
so i don't feel so alone any more.
it's not the same as lying in mom's bed.
but i'm still very close by.
i heart also princess is doing a lott better.
that's very good to hear that.
but there has been very sad news too today.
skeeter has past over the bridge today.
we all are very sad about that.
misty has made him a candle page.
and a lott of friends already light one for him.
and star and storm have been in a lott of trouble today and now they are in jail.
and they'r mom has problems getting them out!
i hope they will sleep at home tonight.
like i sleep on my new bed in my new room.......


lotus

poem

What about your best friend?


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 walking beside him 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 with his dog.

After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading 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 man. Do you have any water?" "Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, 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 water bowl and took a long drink himself, and 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.

"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.

"This is Heaven," he answered.

"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, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind."

i killed bull-boy new toy.

hi woofers.
what must i bark about this day?
i've been barking a lott.(most of the times to things only i can see.)
and i've been licking mom's feet.
when her feet were clean,i played with my brother.
and in the heat of the moment i killed his new toy!
a pink head.....
and now he won't bark with me.
he's really upsad with me.
i tried to comfort him by giving him some of my toys,but he not touching them.
i mean,i didn't mean to kill his toy...
but i'm a mudd terrier and sometimes i get nuts and tare a toy.
this time it was his.
mom told me she will buy him a new toy and that he will forget about his pink litle head.
i think it's not the pink head why he's so angry with me....
granny gave it to him.
so to put his attention on something else,mom put on some load music and danced with bull-boy.
she taped it and put it on his page videobook.
he's a good dancer.
well i will be extra nice to him tommorrow.
let's hope it will help!


lotus....

dog prayer

A Dog's Prayer
By Beth Norman Harris

Treat me kindly, my beloved master,
for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness
than the loving heart of me.

Do not break my spirit with a stick,
for though I should lick your hands between blows,
your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me
the things you would have me do.

Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music
as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail
when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.

When it is cold and wet, please take me inside,
for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements.
And I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth.
Though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land, for you are my god and I am your devoted worshiper.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water,
for although I should not reproach you were it dry,
I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst.
Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play
and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready,
willing and able to protect you with my life should your life be in danger.

And, beloved master, should the great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight,
do not turn me away from you. Rather, hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest -- and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew,
my fate was ever safest in your hands.

poem

Pet Poetry
Dogs are called best friends
not because of what they do,
but because of what they let us do.


They let us clear away
our worries and our fears
simply by walking with them.
Or they let us use them
as a convenient excuse
to play the games of a child.


And when they leave us,
their passing lets the tears
stream shamelessly
down our cheeks,
as we cry for them.


They ask for so little,
and offer so much.
Is that not
the best of friends?
-Rae Turnbull

mom cuddeld with me all afternoon.

hi woofies.
i had such a nice day.
first because i did not have the stress of bugging mom's boyfriend.
and second,because mom cuddeld with me all day long.
o i did enjoy it so much.
i slept next to her on a big pillow on the sofa and she did not stop hugging and petting me.
ooooooo i loved it!
she was watching a movie with that boyfriend.
really peacefull.
he left arount two.
and after that i played with bull-boy the rest of the afternoon.
so i can really bark....
i had a great time.
woof!

lotus

not bad,my page.

hi woofies...
i have a new page...
i have a new page....
WITH FALLING HEARTS AND EVERY THING.
woof mom couldn't make me more happy.
misty was better to today so that was nice too.
i made new friends on dogster to.
that's always a great thing.
even bull-boy was not such a pest today.(i think he keeping a low profile after what happened yesterday.)
it didn't rain.
so all was perfect!
tonight mommy's boyfriend come's over again.(that's not so nice)
but i will keep it low.
mom deserves it.
as long as he's nice to her....
otherwise......
SNAP!!!!!!!!!!!
hihihih.
well bark to you all tommorrow.

lotus