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The Picture of Peace

December 21st 2010 8:47 am
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There once was a King who offered a prize to the artist that would paint the best picture of peace. Many artists tried. The King looked at all the pictures, but there were only two he really liked and he had to choose between them.

Once picture was of a calm lake. The lake was a perfect mirror of peace. Towering mountains were all around it. Above it was a blue sky with fluffy white clouds. All who saw this picture thought that it was a perfect mirror of peace.

The other picture had mountains too. But these were rugged and bare. Above was an angry stormy sky. Down the side of the mountain tumbled a foaming waterfall. This did not look peaceful at all.

But when the King looked, he saw, behind the waterfall, a tiny bush growning in a crack of the rock. In the bush a mother bird had built her nest. There in the midst of the rush of angry water, sat the mother bird on her nest...perfect peace.

The King chose the second picture - "Because" the King explained "Peace does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble or hard work. Peace means to be in the midst of unrest and disturbances and still be calm in your heart. That is the meaning of real Peace".



Dear Friends, May there be peace in your heart this holiday season.

With grateful love and friendship, Angel Willie and Mom Joni

 

The Memory Book

December 6th 2010 9:08 am
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The most beautiful book arrived in our mail about a week ago. It was put together by our beloved Massachusetts friends Tracey, Baxter and MacKenzie who have been friends with us almost from the first moment we joined Dogster.

It is a hard cover book with words, poems, verses and pictures from pals old and new. Many of the original pals from Dogster took the time to send loving pictures and words about our times together thru the years. Then newer pals joined in as well and even those we were not "officially" pals with sent touching memories of their time on earth and leaving for Bridge and friendship.

This book has touched my heart and not a day passes without going thru it and finding something new to make me smile. Of course, I cry as well but it's a healing type of tears knowing others truly understand how hard it is to say goodby and that the friendships we have made will never be broken.

I honestly don't think I would have survived without my Dogster friends as only they can whole heartedly understand the grief between an "owner" and their dog. These wonderful creatures God has made called dogs are truly little furry Angels meant to show us love, caring, sharing, friendship and a lifetime commitment of the heart.

Would I not have taken Willie into my heart if I knew somewhere down the road it would tear my heart into a million pieces having to say goodby. Not a chance!

This wonderful book will be cherished forever and there are truly no appropriate words to thank all those who took the time to be a part of it. You will never know how it has helped my process of saying goodby by showing me that love truly never dies. It just goes to a different place in your heart with time.

Thank you all - each and every one of you are loved so very much. Tracey, special blessings to you and your family for your loving kindness in putting this very special and loved book together.

Know my little pup is smiling down at each and every one of you from a fluffy cloud as he chomps a mini-meatball with Baby Jesus tucked underneath him this holiday season.

Know his mom is so very thankful for each and every friendship that is furever part of her heart.

Angel Willie and Mom Joni

 

A New England Tradition on Thanksgiving

November 24th 2010 7:25 am
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As Thanksgiving is tomorrow, I know it is a difficult time for so many with the economy and many struggle to make ends meet. It's been a hard year with illness, sadness and loss for others as well. Thru my sadness with Willie's loss, I have much to still be thankful for.

The friendships I have made these many years on Dogster have brought me such joy and given Willie and I an extended family to share our happiness with and grief as well. Please know how thankful I am for each and every one of you who have their way into our hearts.

We wish you peace and joy and much to be thankful for this Thanksgiving season.


The Pilgrims had a custom of putting five kernels of corn on each empty plate before a dinner of "Thanksgiving" was served. In many old Plymouth families, the custom is still followed today. It is done on Thanksgiving Day, or on December 21 (the anniversary of the Plymouth landing).

The five kernels were chosen because prior to the first harvest things were so bad that the daily ration was five kernels of corn per person per day. Before you eat your Thanksgiving meal, think of the Pilgrim's and their customs, reflect upon your blessings.

Joni and Angel Willie

 

You're Home, Beloved Boy

November 13th 2010 5:47 pm
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I picked up your ashes, beloved boy. They are in a lovely wooden box with a heart lock and keys. Your paw print came with them along with a beautiful hand written note from the vet and staff.

I sat in the parking lot sobbing for an hour before I could drive you home. It was such a gloomy November day in Massachusetts, exactly how my heart felt.

I decided I would drive you one last time to all the places you loved so much. So off we went, two friends off on one last adventure of the heart. The turtle santuary, the beach, the castle with the lovely grounds and so many places to sniff, the woods behind Target where you walked and almost fell in a grate until mom saved you just in-time! Then off to the pond and all the wooded trails within our complex. Then down our street and home where you will rest in the bedroom beside the Angel frame and picture from Muffin, the Angel of Remembrance from beautiful Bee, the lovely Paw Prints in the Stars book with your pictures and words from mom to you, the plants from Bee, Duncan & Bailey and the little granite rock that says "Angels Gather Here".

I put a lock of your hair into the book and have all your toothies when you had to have them removed. Your little collar is wrapped in tissue and your "drivers license" is inside the little book as well.

The little bear that the Roo Crew sent is on the bed and I cuddle it so often both in bed and in the den when I am missing you too much. The adorable Yorkie stuffed dog that Pistol Pete and Max sent you when you were ill also sits on the bed and watches over your ashes when I'm not home to do so.

Your darling little friend Jay-Jay and mom Kristen sent another beautiful Angel frame and picture of you and that is downstairs near the solarium so that you can look out the glass windows and watch the deer and wild turkeys walk by daily and watch those wiley little chipmonks and squirrels reek havoc on our birdfeeders like you loved to do so often.

Flicka and pack and mom Pam sent a large print of the Dragonfly picture they did for you and mom is having that framed now. We will hang that in the den where we used to spend so much time relaxing together.

It's been a month without you and I wonder if the sadness will ever end. I miss you, little man. Sleep well, beloved boy.

Love, Mom

 

The Gift

November 13th 2010 5:10 pm
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I received these beautiful words from my Brother-of-the-Heart, Rio, his sister Lexey and beloved mom, Pat. These are the words I say to my mom and I thank her for giving me the one final gift that let me leave knowing I was loved beyond words and with the dignity I deserved.

From friend to friend
You're giving me a special gift.
So sorrowfully endowed.
And through these last few cherished days
Your courage makes me proud.

But really, love is knowing
When your best friend is in pain,
And understanding earthly acts
will only be in vain.

So looking deep into your eyes
Beyond, into your soul,
I see in you the magic,that will
Once more make me whole.

The Strength that you possess,
Is why I look to you today,
To do this thing that must be done,
For it's the only way.

That strength is why I've followed you
And chose you as my friend.
And why I've loved you all these years
My partner til the end!

Please understand just what this gift
You are giving means to me.
It gives me back the strength I've lost.
And all my dignity.

You take a stand on my behalf
For that is what friends do.
You know that what you do is right.
For I believe it too.

So one last time, I breath your scent
And through your hand I feel,
The courage that is with you
to now grant me this appeal!!

Cut the leash that holds me here.
Dear friend, and let me run.
Once a strong and steady dog,
My pain and struggle done.

And don't despair my passing
For I won't be far away
Forever here within your heart
And memory I will stay

I'll be there watching over you,
Your ever faithful friend
And in your memories I will run
A young dog once again.

Willie

 

Tribute from Muffin

November 13th 2010 9:40 am
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My beautiful friend Muffin wrote this lovely tribute to me and others in her diary. It touched me so much that I am posting it on my page as well. Please follow her words and stop and spend some time with a loved one today.

Muffin -

Earlier today I sent some balloons floating up into the sky. My friend Willie would do this to honor his angel friends. Sadly, now I’m doing it for him. I made sure that Mommy bought different bright colors, like all the ones in the rainbow.

Mommy & I remembered the things we treasured about our angel friends & wrote little notes to send up with the balloons. I believe that Willie, Arthur, Sammy J, Miles, Miss Cali, Rockey, Scarlett, Gracie Jane, Stormy B., Sadie Boo, Rocky & all my Bridge pals are reading my messages & maybe sharing a laugh with me.

It is very gloomy & rainy here today, so the balloons stood out against the darkened sky. I wished that it had been a beautiful day, but Mommy told me a story that made me see it differently. She said that when you go up in an airplane on a day like this, the sun is shining brightly just on the other side of the stormy clouds. I wasn't sure if I believed that, but she swears it’s true.

After thinking about it I decided that life is sort of like that. Whenever you’re going through a scary & difficult time, there is always sunshine not too far away. It may come in the form of a kind word from a stranger, a phone call from a friend or doing something special with those you love.

My friend Willie has a magnificent Mom who loves him more than anything in this world. They devoted every waking moment to bringing one another joy & sharing it with others. When Willie became weak the last few months, they did all the things they loved to do together & made new & everlasting memories.

When someone passes away, people often say, “Oh I wish I had _________" or "Gosh, I should have _________”. More often than not, they could have done those things but for whatever reason did not. So in honor of Willie I think everyone should turn their computers & cell phones off for awhile & do something special for someone else. Call a friend & say “Hi, how are you?” or mail a card or note for no particular reason. Go & take a walk together & have a good talk or snap some silly pictures. Just go & DO something. You never know how your act of kindness may affect another person. It may be the nicest thing that happens to them all day. Those are the kind of memories I'd like to make for myself, my friends & family.

I think I’m going to curl up by Mommy, take a nap & dream about my friends getting their balloons. And to quote one of the greatest philosophers of our time…

No one can be uncheered with a balloon. ~ Winnie the Pooh

 

Balloons for Willie

October 22nd 2010 7:30 am
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In Memory of Samuel Jacob, Little Bit, Duncan and Beloved Willie


Darling Boy - At 10:30 this morning, it will be a week since I assisted you on your final journey. In some ways it seems like a moment ago and in others it seems like a year. How I miss you, my love.

I spent the first 3 days barely functioning and never changed out of PJ's, showering, eating or sleeping in the bed we shared together for so long. Monday, Elaine and your little buddy Missy from across the street forced your old mom out of the house for a bit. Missy is missing you terribly and doesn't understand why you no longer join her daily for her rides in the car and walks. The neighbors have all left little presents on our steps with lovely notes. After all, you were the mayor of our street! Evil Pat next door who we always thought hated you so sent over a meal with tears in her eyes. You won even her heart after so many years.

Your Dogster aunties CJ, Pat, Jolie, Nancy & Darby have been so loving and kind to your mom and you were picked Diary of the Day. Sarah, your "Mother-in-Law" and my dear friend, has always been there sharing our joys and sorrows. The Roo Crew for making you an official part of their pack. Your page is filled with lovely tributes and words which mom will soon thank each and every pal as each of them touch her heart so.

I went to the beach yesterday and sent you some balloons with a note from my heart to yours. (Forgive me, I know it's not the green thing to do world.) I walked the shores that you and I did just a few weeks ago and it somehow brought me peace. Although we never found sand dollars on this beach, a miracle happened and I found 6 perfect sand dollars. I knew it was a sign from you!

I stopped and bought a vanilla icecream. I wonder if anyone noticed the crazy woman sitting on a wet sea wall in the rain eating a vanilla icecream at 45 degrees in memory of four little dogs who are missed more than words can ever say.

Willie, you gave me everything you had to give. You are my heart dog, little guy and I wonder if the tears will ever stop and the missing you with such physical pain will ever go away. I wouldn't trade a precious day we had together and am so thankful that you were sent to me.

I can't seem to get that crazy music off your page. I've forgotten the stupid password and cannot seem to contact the site. You may be forced to listen to "Don't Worry, Be Happy" forever, little one! Guess that's okay, as I want you to be happy.

I sure hope you have made contact with all your old pals that left before you. I hope you now have a full set of toothies again and that your little pink tongue no longer hangs out the side of your mouth. I hope your little legs are strong again and you are racing thru fields of wild flowers as you run to the meatball buffet.

I love you my precious boy and will miss you furever.

Love, Mom

 

The Dragonfly

October 17th 2010 6:03 am
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In Memory of Stormy B. Loved, Rocky, Gracie Jane, Pepe and Willie



The Dragonfly


Once, in a little pond, in the muddy water under the lily pads,
there lived a little water beetle in a community of water
beetles. They lived a simple and comfortable life in the pond
with few disturbances and interruptions.

Once in a while, sadness would come to the community when one of
their fellow beetles would climb the stem of a lily pad and
would never be seen again. They knew when this happened; their
friend was dead, gone forever.

Then, one day, one little water beetle felt an irresistible urge
to climb up that stem. However, he was determined that he would
not leave forever. He would come back and tell his friends what
he had found at the top.

When he reached the top and climbed out of the water onto the
surface of the lily pad, he was so tired, and the sun felt so
warm, that he decided he must take a nap. As he slept, his body
changed and when he woke up, he had turned into a beautiful
blue-tailed dragonfly with broad wings and a slender body
designed for flying.

So, fly he did! And, as he soared he saw the beauty of a whole
new world and a far superior way of life to what he had never
known existed.

Then he remembered his beetle friends and how they were thinking
by now he was dead. He wanted to go back to tell them, and
explain to them that he was now more alive than he had ever been
before. His life had been fulfilled rather than ended.

But, his new body would not go down into the water. He could
not get back to tell his friends the good news. Then he
understood that their time would come, when they, too, would
know what he now knew. So, he raised his wings and flew off
into his joyous new life!


~Author Unknown~

 

Goodby, Sweet Boy

October 15th 2010 11:54 am
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I have sent you on a journey...not because I did not love you, but because I loved you to much to force you to stay...

Thank you Angel Clover and Rosie Chi

 

My Beautiful Boy

August 13th 2010 9:40 am
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I watch you sleep on your lovely blankets from Bee & Muffin and wonder how I will survive without you. You have brought me more love and joy than one person could ever ask for but selfishly I want more.

Your little legs just can't seem to hold you anymore and I see the light fading from your eyes but just when I think, it's time, you look at me and that old spark returns and I say, no, not yet.

How can I cry anymore tears I wonder but they still come and you are still here! How many more will come in the days ahead.

My heart hurts so badly that I find it hard to breath. How did you worm your way into it so that each day, each hour, each minute revolves around you? I didn't want to love you so much when I first brought you home as I knew someday this heartache would overwhelm me and overtake me and fill me with such sadness that pieces of my heart would stab me with a pain so strong that nothing in this world can compare.

You are truly my heart dog, beautiful boy. We have spent so many years together in such joyful abandon. How very blessed I have been to have you. You have given me more than any little dog could possibly give a human and more and I love you with every fiber of my being.

I will sit beside you and watch you rest until I know for sure that your final rest is here. I fear it is soon. I can only give you one final gift which you deserve my little pal. It will be the hardest gift of all but one that I promised you.

I kiss your forehead and pat your frail little body. You will always be my beautiful boy.

Mom

 
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