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Will you remember me?

Have you hugged your dog today?

Our good friend Stormy passed to the Bridge rather suddenly. This is her diary entry from shortly after.

Life is always unpredictable. You never know what is going to happen from one day to the next. You should take time everyday to do something fun with your pet. Be it a belly rub, tossing a toy, going for a walk or a big hug. It is good for you and you will make your pet’s day a happy one.

Wise words...

Think...

"Think occasionally of the suffering of which you spare yourself the sight." ~ Albert Schweitzer

Visit your local animal control shelter, and know WHY you should spay and neuter...

Take tissues.

I am your dog...

“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 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 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.”

Author Unknown

So true...