In Our Hearts

I Stood Beside Your Bed Last Night

Time To Go

Bet You Can’t Own Just One

R.I.P. Patch

January 1, 1997 – May 9, 2008

My beloved Patch has left us to wait for us at The Rainbow Bridge. We had to put him down yesterday evening. We agreed that it was time…that he shouldn’t suffer anymore. His liver enzymes were 850-not sure what that means but I do know they should be around 100. When we went to see him before doing it-he came out wagging his tail: so hard for me because I start to second-guess myself. Then as I am hugging him and talking to him (with his head pushed into my chest) he starts to vomit (just the liquids he had in him from the IV). This is so hard to write-It is Saturday morning and I should be walking him. I can’t seem to write anymore about this right now! I need to work on a eulogy and someday I will write more about the experience we went through while at the vet. It was a good thing considering what we had to do.

Thanks again to all of you for your thoughts, suggestions, prayers, and support! I so adore each and every one here for your love and dedication to your pets! They are our world and our children. My thoughts and prayers are with all of you!

Bless you!

Mad with barklove!

WOOF!

Mere

p.s. Just noticed the date on the pics-need to fix that on my camera-these were taken at the vet on 5-9-08.

Pals

 

You see us every morning,
A common pair are we,
Each on a leash’s ending
My little dog and me.
We amble village byways
In bright or dismal weather;
You may not think there’s much in that,
But we have fun together.

No many-stranded cable
Could bear the jokes that pass
Between my little comrade
And me — my! how we sass!
But how we give assurance
That we don’t really mean it!
(A dog-and-man companionship
Is balm to him who’s seen it.)

He greets his dog friends gayly,
While I to neighbors speak;
He sometimes finds a treasure —
A bone that’s lost its meat!
He talks with dogs or children,
While I swap views with master . . .
I had this thought the other day,
While visiting with Pastor.

“When dog and I have rambled on
Beyond this mundane scope,
And seen the Golden Gateway,
(From the inside, we hope!)
We won’t pause on the highway
Made smooth for feet more sainted,
But wander down some quiet land,
And start to get acquainted.

We hope there’ll be a hydrant,
A friendly tree or two,
Some drying leaves to shuffle,
A field to wander through.
We’ll glory in our freedom,
And need no leash of leather;
It really will be Heaven, Lord,
As long as we’re together.”

John E. Donovan

The Rainbow Bridge

                                   

     THE RAINBOW BRIDGE

   

Just this side of heaven is a place called

Rainbow Bridge

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….

Author unknown

A Faithful Dog

       

    

A FAITHFUL DOG

ANONYMOUS

 

A Faithful Dog Will Play With You

And Laugh With You -Or Cry-

He’ll Gladly Starve To Stay With You

Nor Ever Reason Why,

And When You’re Feeling Out Of Sorts

Somehow He’ll Understand

He’ll Watch You With His Shining Eyes

And Try To Lick Your Hand.

His Blind, Implicit Faith In You

Is Matched By His Great Love –

The Kind That All Of Us Should Have

In The Master, Up Above.

When Everything Is Said And Done

I Guess This Isn’t Odd

For When You Spell “Dog” Backwards

You Get The Name Of God.

This poem is dedicated to ALL dog lovers!

   

I’ll Wait For You

    

“I’LL WAIT FOR YOU”

I got to the gate of heaven today,

after we said goodbye

I began to miss you terribly,

because I heard you cry.

Suddenly there was an angel,

and she asked me to enter heaven’s gate

I asked her if I could stay outside

for someone who would be late

I wouldn’t make much noise you see,

I wouldn’t bark or howl

I’ll only wait here patiently

and play with my tennis ball

The angel said I could stay right here

and wait for you to come

Because heaven just wouldn’t be heaven

if I went in alone

So I’ll wait right here,

you take your time, but keep

me in your heart

Because heaven just wouldn’t be heaven

without you to warm my heart.

 Author Unknown

This poem is dedicated to those who have lost a pet or are going through losing a pet.

      

The Last Battle

     

The Last Battle

   

 If it should be that I grow frail and weak

And pain should keep me from my sleep,

Then will you do what must be done,

For this — the last battle — can’t be won.

You will be sad I understand,

But don’t let grief then stay your hand,

For on this day, more than the rest,

Your love and friendship must stand the test.

We have had so many happy years,

You wouldn’t want me to suffer so.

When the time comes, please, let me go.

Take me to where to my needs they’ll tend,

Only, stay with me till the end

And hold me firm and speak to me

Until my eyes no longer see.

I know in time you will agree

It is a kindness you do to me.

Although my tail its last has waved,

From pain and suffering I have been saved.

Don’t grieve that it must be you

Who has to decide this thing to do;

We’ve been so close — we two — these years,

Don’t let your heart hold any tears.

 

— Unknown

This poem is dedicated to those that have had to go through or are going through the loss of a pet.

                         

A Holiday Poem for Patch

     

 

My friend, fightingwindmills, sent me this poem for Patch.  She found it while she was reading her daughter poems from: Bright Star Shining: Poems for Christmas.  It brought tears to my eyes and a calming to my heart.  Thank you so much, fightingwindmills.   Wishing you and yours the best this Holiday Season.

The Shepherd’s Dog 

by Leslie Norris

 

Out on the windy hill
Under that sudden star
A blaze of radiant light
Frightened my master.

He got up, left our sheep,
Tramped over the moor.
And I, following,
Came to this open door,

Sidled in, settled down,
Head on my paws,
Glad to be here, away
From the wind’s sharpness.

Such warmth is in this shed
Such comfort from this Child,
That I forget my hard life,
Ignore the harsh world,

And see on my master’s face
The same joy I possess,
The knowledge of peace,
True happiness.

 

A Dog Sits Waiting

     

As you know-I am an animal lover.  I especially love dogs-and of course my dog Patch! Here is a poem about a waiting dog-it’s very sad, but oh so true.  If only the people responsible for dropping off animals by the roadside or anywhere had a heart and realized what they are doing to these animals. *Sniff*

A Dog Sits Waiting

by Kathy Flood

 

A dog sits waiting in the cold autumn sun,

Too faithful to leave, too frightened to run.

He’s been here for days now with nothing to do.

But sits by the road, waiting for you.

He can’t understand why you left him that day.

He thought you and he were stopping to play.

He’s sure you’ll come back and that’s why he stays.

How long will he suffer? How many more days?

His legs have grown week, his throat’s parched and dry.

He’s sick now from hunger and falls, with a sigh.

He lays down his head and closes his eyes.

I wish you could see how a waiting dog dies.