Thoughts of a Black and Tan

Missing You.....

May 17th 2013 8:19 am
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Hi from the Rainbow Bridge. Mom has had me on her mind so much these last months. She still sees me as I lay on my favorite spot on the couch. The cushion still has a dent from where I spent so much time. She looks out the front window into the yard and sees the spot where I used to lay in the sun watching over my world. She still tears up. Myself and my original pack of four, Cheyenne, Wyoming and Wolf have left a huge hole in her heart and we now spend our days here at the Bridge playing with all the other Angels and sending Mom Angel kisses, especially when she is hurting. This morning in her e-mail she read a story written by a woman who is trying to get hospice care for old dogs. It was titled "The Joy of an Old Dog". Of course as she read it me and my Angel furblings were right there in her minds eye. She shed tears and then decided she just HAD to come to my page to share it with all of our friends. We know you are the ones who will understand and for so many of you your pups will be remembered with a tear and a fond smile. Here it is
The Joy of an Old Dog
Their joys are simple. A soft bed. A scrap fallen from the table that the younger dogs missed. The memory of a treed squirrel. A stormless night.White whiskered faces and legs crooked as question marks.Old Dogsā€¦their sweet Buddha bellies hang over crossed legs as they fall asleep in a coveted patch of sun. Dreaming of out-racing their shadows down long, shady lanes.Once they danced by your side. The very definition of joy unleashed. A perfect poem caught in shining eyes and wagging tails. They have followed you faithfully for years. And would plunge into fires, untamed wildernesses, raging waters if you asked.Now, they struggle to catch up. Their pace slow but their hearts still valiant.Their cloudy eyes are starting to dim and go distant, tuning in to some invisible world. Just beyond your reach.Don't go you say, as you scratch the tender part between their ears. Stay longer. I can't imagine a world without your fur pressed close to my cheek. There are still so many roads we haven't explored. And they look up at you with a wisdom that just slays you. Their backs are bent, not from the weight of years, but from the invisible wings they are growing that will soon take them to a place where once more they are warriors of speed drunk with the sights and scents of a thousand meadows. Able to leap high enough to touch the wing of the tiniest butterfly. A place where they will now wait for you to catch up. ~ Doinna Swageski

Love and Angel Hugs to All
Radar

 
 

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Barked by: Cleo (In Memory) (Dogster Member)

May 17th 2013 at 2:30 pm

It took me several attempts to read that... blinded by tears.. and still having trouble typing this.

It is SO hard... so plain and damnably UNFAIR that their lives are so short... but as we are councelled.. it is so we can love many more.

They teach us so much... we are their Mission.. we are the "saved".. the "rescued"

Close your eyes.. they come to us on the edge of dreams...

Paw prints on the heart....

NEVER


EVER


fade.


Love and Hugssssssssssssssssss

Pam
Barked by: Riley (Dogster Member)

May 17th 2013 at 3:27 pm

I would easily give years of my own life to Riley and Caileigh for them to live longer. They deserve it far more than me.
Barked by: ✨ Whitley ✨ (Dogster Member)

May 17th 2013 at 9:53 pm

OMD, dis are just pawsome.
Barked by: Ebony Ursula (Dogster Member)

May 18th 2013 at 8:00 pm

Just beautiful.


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