August 27th 2010 10:19 am
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Our wonderful Dogster Pal, Sunny Lee's mama made a terrible mistake and accidentally deleted her account!!! We aren't gonna question mama HOW she did it BOL, but if you are furiends with Sunny, please go to her page and re-add her. Sunny is very upset that she doesnt have her corral back. Thank DOG she got all her furiends and picfurs and stuffs back, everything cept her who corraled her, and you knows we gots to keep up with the life and times of one of our favoritest pups on Dogster! Her dogster ID is 794702 (sorry, I dont know how to make a direct link).
August 24th 2010 3:02 pm
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Mama is sharing this from a friend on FB. If you lost your baby and feel you just cant go thru the pain again, this may change your mind..
A DOGS LAST WISH
Before human beings die, they write their last will and testament
To leave their home and all they have to those they love.
I would do such, if I could write, to a poor and desperate, lonely stray, I would
give my happy home, my bowl, my cozy bed, my pillow, and my toys. The so loved lap, the tender stroking hands, the lovely voice, the place I had in someone' heart. The love that at last helped me find a peaceful end, held firmly in a sheltering embrace.
When I die, please don't say, "I will never have a pet again, the loss is far too much to stand." Chose a lonely, unloved dog and give him MY place. This is my inheritance. The love I leave behind is all I have to give.
July 30th 2010 7:56 am
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A friend shared this on Facebook and Mama just loved it, so we want to share it with you!
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 other 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 anothers 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.
--Love, Your Dog
Now, go sit on the floor and love your babies!!!