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There are days where the loss of you weighs heavily on my chest.
But in all the sadness, when I feel like my heart is empty, and lacking, I’ve got to remember that grief isn’t the absence of love.
Grief is the proof that love is still there.
SHE WAS JUST MY DOG
By Unknown Author
She was my other eyes that could see above the clouds; my other ears that heard above the winds.
She was the part of me that could reach out into the sea.
She had told me a thousand times over that I was her reason for being;
by the way she rested against my leg;
by the way she wagged her tail at my smallest smile;
by the way she showed her hurt when I left without taking her
along (I think it made her sick with worry because she was not along to care for me).
When I was wrong, she was delighted to forgive.
When I was angry, she clowned to make me smile.
When I was happy, she was joy unbounded.
When I was a fool, she ignored it.
When I succeeded, she bragged.
Without her, I am only another person.
With her, I was all powerful.
She was loyalty itself.
She had taught me the meaning of devotion.
With her, I knew a secret comfort and a private peace.
She had brought me understanding where before I was ignorant.
Her head on my knee could heal my human hurts.
Her kisses on my tears washed away my bad feelings.
Her presence by my side was protection against my fears of dark and unknown things.
She had promised to wait for me…whenever…wherever…in case I need her.
And I expect I will — as I always have — she was just my dog.
Sometimes there are no perfect words...
only thoughtful silences that whisper softly of caring.
Ch Yetholme Sapphire Bling
Sadly, on Dec 4th, our precious little Bling,
Ch Yetholme Sapphire Bling - was given her angel wings,
in her 14th year.
Dearly loved, and so deeply missed.....so many happy
memories associated with Bling, not least being winning Challenge bitch
at Sydney Royal, aged just six months.
Run free, precious baby.
Yetholme Welcome Valda
Sire: Aust/Can Ch Marydon Steals The Scene (imp Can)
Dam: Ch Yetholme Welcome Touch
Valda is the last of our beautiful 'Welcome' girls, and therefore
the end of a wonderful chapter in the
life of Yetholme Yorkies. Mother of
Ch Yetholme Valmura Footprints,
Ch Yetholme Valencia, and
Ch Yetholme Valkyrie.
Yetholme More N A Bit - Moira/Moi
beloved heart-dog of Lyn
and loved by all who ever met her......
"When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure."
Warm light coming from far below,
Twinkling, sparkling is the candle's glow.
All is well up on the ridge,
The place we know as Rainbow Bridge.
Furbabies sleeping in heaven's light,
Tended by candles in the night.
Peaceful dreams be theirs to keep,
As they slumber in this night so deep.
Hearts on earth that miss them so,
Take comfort in the candle's glow.
Watching for them in skies above,
Bound eternally by a cord of love.
Yetholme Mistickle (Chloe) - Nov 2017
Grief has to be felt. I wish there was a way not to feel it because it is overwhelming and all encompassing.
It lives and breathes almost of its own. But just like the euphoria of love it has to be felt.
There is no better blessing that this experience of living in this world can gift us with,
than the ability to be loved and to love in return. It is the motivation that fuels
everything else we do. Feel the grief but remember that the grief is only there because Love came first.
Grief is the price we pay for love!
How do we deal with it?
You don't deal with it. You hurt, you scream inside, you ache with the agony
of having given your heart to a dog to tear. Slowly, your heart patches together with the hairs
of the dog that stole your love, and you have a new, bigger heart,
filled with the eternal love for something so devoted that we humans can barely comprehend.
"It is eerily terrifying that there is no sound when a heart breaks.
Car accidents end with a bang, falling ends with a thud, even writing makes the scratching sound of pencil against paper.
But the sound of a heart breaking is completely silent.
Almost as though no one, not even the universe itself could create a sound for such devastation.
Almost as though silence is the only way the universe could pay its respect to the sound of a heart falling apart."-
Nikita Gill, The Sound of Heartbreak
This Is Why Dogs Never Die
Some of you, particularly those who think they have recently lost a dog to "death", don't really understand this. I've had no desire to explain, but I won't be around forever and must.
Dogs never die. They don't know how to. They get tired, and very old, and their bones hurt. If they did they would not always want to go for a walk, even long after their old bones say: "No, no, not a good idea. Let's not go for a walk." Nope, dogs always want to go for a walk. They might get one step before their aging tendons collapse them into a heap on the floor, but that's what dogs are. They walk.
It's not that they dislike your company. On the contrary, a walk with you is all there is. Their boss, and the cacophonic symphony of odor that the world is. Cat poop, another dog's mark, a rotting chicken bone (exultation), and you. That's what makes their world perfect, and in a perfect world death has no place.
However, dogs get very very sleepy. That's what you see. They don' teach you that at the fancy university where they explain about quarks gluons and Keyneshian economics. They know so much they forget that dogs never die. It's a shame really. Dogs have so much to offer and people just talk a lot.
When you think your dog has died, it has just fallen asleep in your heart...and, by the way, it is wagging it's tail madly, you see, and that is why your chest hurts so much and you cry all the time. Who would not cry with a dog wagging it's tail in their chest. Ouch! Wap, wap wap, wap, that hurts. But they only wag when they wake up. That's when they
say: "Thanks boss! Thanks for a warm place to sleep, and always next to your heart, the best place".
When they first fall asleep, they wake up all the time, and of course, that is why you cry all the time. Wap, wap, wap. After awhile they sleep more (remember, a "dog while" is not a "human while". You take your dog for a walk; it's a day full of adventure in an hour. Then you come home and it's a week...well one of your days, but a week really, before the dog gets another walk. No WONDER they love walks).
Anyway, they fall asleep in your heart, and when they wake up, they wag their tails. After a few dog years, they sleep for longer naps, and you would too. They were a GOOD DOG all their life, and you both know it. It gets tiring being a good dog all the time, particularly when your bones hurt, and you fall on your face and don't want to go outside to pee, when it is raining, but do anyway, because you are a good dog. So, understand, after they have been sleeping in your heart, they will sleep longer and longer.
But don't get fooled. They are not "dead". There is no such thing really. They are sleeping in your heart, and they will wake up, usually when you are not expecting it. It's just who they are. I feel sorry for people who don't have dogs sleeping in their hearts. You've missed so much.
Excuse me...I have to go cry now.
"It is eerily terrifying that there is no sound when a heart breaks. Car accidents end with a bang, falling ends with a thud, even writing makes the scratching sound of pencil against paper. But the sound of a heart breaking is completely silent. Almost as though no one, not even the universe itself could create a sound for such devastation. Almost as though silence is the only way the universe could pay its respect to the sound of a heart falling apart."- Nikita Gill, The Sound of Heartbreak
In memory of all those 'little ones',
thousands upon thousands throughout the world who are born into appalling conditions
and who face an uncertain future.
In memory, too, of all those 'little ones' who never draw breath
or don't survive more than their first minutes, hours, days, of precious life.
No life should ever pass un-noticed, or un-mourned
without some attempt being made to find out 'why'?
These 'little ones' deserve some acknowledgement that they existed,
of their valiant struggle to grasp life, even though it may be for such a short time. ...
and to ponder upon lives with potential unrealised.
Many times it would seem there is no answer, no explanation,
or, at least, it's not apparent to us mere mortals.
Maybe they really DO become stars in the sky? I'm sure that they do.
How quickly the years fly by. Suddenly, it seems, that gorgeous little bundle of
fluff that was introduced to our home and our hearts, is no longer young.
Old age is catching up with some of the Yetholme 'babies', and sad as it is, that's the way life is.
We can only rejoice and be thankful for every blessed day we had with them, though it is never enough.
Yetholme A Touch Of Gold - 'Goldie' - August 2017
Ch Yetholme Sapphire Rain - 'Turtle' - August 2017
Aust Ch Brave Heart of Padawi's (Imp Gmy)
I was so lucky to be loved by these eyes ..
That should no one ever love me again,
Filled with love my heart shall remain.
Middy & Wendy - 29/12/11
A Letter from the Rainbow Bridge
Now that I’ve been across The Rainbow Bridge for a couple weeks, they said I should write a letter home. Sorry, mum, but I’m so busy ‘across the bridge’ that I haven’t thought of home much. They said it’s okay and that you would understand. I hope you do. (I think you will.)
Remember that night when I wasn’t feeling very well and we were all crying? I don’t remember much, but I do remember seeing and hearing all of you and feeling your touches and hugs…I remember hearing “we love you” and that one last command of “Go through”. I didn’t know what you meant, so I turned around and walked through the fog that was in front of me. I saw the biggest bridge I’ve ever seen! And so many friends on the other side of it! They were all playing with toys and balls! You were right to tell me to go there!
My feet kept moving forward, but my heart kept pulling me back. Your touches became lighter and lighter and I wanted to come back and nudge your hands for more love, but I was overcome by this feeling of curiosity for the happy place over the bridge! My feet started moving on their own, like a gentle breeze was moving them forward for me! I can’t explain it, but I had no doubt that it was the right thing to do!
So, I walked across that big, huge bridge by myself! I looked for you, because you’re always by my side, walking with me, but this was different. I didn’t have a collar around my neck or a leash connecting me to you ~ I was ‘free’! Even though you weren’t there with me, I never felt alone! I actually felt like I had a huge cape of love wrapped around my body and the more I walked, the easier it was to breathe! So, I kept walking! And I would feel more warmth in the big hug, so I kept on walking! I eventually made it over the big bridge – I did it by myself, mum!
When I got here, all of my new friends greeted me and helped me walk off the bridge ~ it was so cool! They gave me a pair of wings and said that I was now a Guardian Angel!
What I’ve learned over these past few weeks has been amazing and nothing like I’ve seen before! We’re all the same up here ~ we all have wings and we all have Forever People to watch over ~ that’s YOU, mum! You’re my Forever Person and I’m your Forever Dog! We had such a great life together and I do miss you a LOT, but please know that I am so happy in my new home across The Bridge!
I’ll send you another Earth Angel so you won’t be alone. Give them your whole heart, like you gave it to me. I’ll check in every so often to make sure they treasure your love ~ I always did! When you miss me, think of a rainbow and know I’m on the other side of it, waiting to walk with you again. I’ll always be in your heart. I love you, mum! Time for me to go play x
Grand Champion Yetholme Make Mine Mink
There are, simply, no words....
Farewell, my Makka,
Farewell the battle's lost my love
But stay within my heart
I will not leave, I'll hold you tight
As your final journey starts
I'll hold you ever close to me
You won't be on your own
Be still, my love, within my arms
It's time. You're going home.
I found a penny today
Just laying on the ground
But it’s not just a penny
This little coin I’ve found
... Found pennies come from heaven
That’s what my grandpa told me
He said “dog angels toss them down”
Oh how I loved that story
“When a dog angel misses you
She tosses a penny down”
“Sometimes just to cheer you up
To make a smile out of your frown”
So don’t pass by that penny
When you’re feeling blue
It may be a penny from heaven
That your dog has tossed to you.
Please understand we've done all we could.
If there was anything we could do, you know we would.
I'm sitting right here gently rubbing your ears,
while I talk to you softly, trying to hold back the tears.
The memories you gave us we'll never forget.
Especially the ones of the day we all met.
One last hug and one last kiss.
You have no idea how much you'll be missed.
To look into your eyes this one last time...
you tell me it's ok, you know it's your time.
Close your eyes now, and go to sleep.
We'll pray to the Lord your soul he'll keep.
Go in peace now, our good friend.
We'll stay right here with you until the end.
Dream of that special day and time,
when we'll meet at the Bridge and all will be fine.
We'll run and play, side by side,
with a soft warm feeling deep down inside.
Your memory will live on in each one of us.
You'll always be number one to all of us.
Have a safe journey through the night.
I promise when you awake, you'll be in God's light.
So with heavy hearts, and tears in our eyes...
just for now my friend, we say goodbye.
I have used the star three times in my life and it has worked all three times. I used it when my parents died and in July of l996 when I lost my Golden Retriever Tammy. Part of the blood that flows through my body is Native American,and the Star was told to me years ago by a wise old lady. I have felt the pain firsthand of losing a Golden and feel I must share the Star with other Golden owners in their time of need.
When someone leaves this earth they must take a very long and lonely journey - what I am going to tell you is how to find out if that journey was successful. You must have loved your dog when he was alive and upon his death feel as if your heart has been ripped from your body. The star will not work if is a false gesture on your part. You must follow the steps exactly the way I will tell you to find that star.
Go into the night the first clear night you have in your area. Go to a spot you and you dog used to go. Close your eyes and talk to your dog as if he is sitting right by your side, don't rush it, tears will flow like a giant river.
All at once you will feel a very strange sensation - it will feel as if the dog is sitting right by your side. At that moment open your eyes and look to the sky, look all over, but mostly in the North-Northeast portion. All at once you will see the brightest and warmest star in the sky, it will be the one blinking. It will draw your attention to it.
At that moment close your eyes, then open them again and if you see that star again it is you dog telling you that he has had a successful journey. That star will stay in the same spot night after night until your grieving is over, then it will disappear - never to be seen by you again until you have made that successful journey. When your journey is complete, you too will put your star in the sky.
Ch Yetholme Tender Fidelis - 21/8/11
Dear little Lisa....we will miss your happy little self and your busy-ness!
Yetholme Kahluas Dante...
one of Lulu's well-beloved 'Brat Pack'.
Too tragic for words.
A Dog For All Seasons by Jill Acord
I've lost my puppy. Have you seen him? You know the one. I brought him home just last
spring. Silky ears and puppy breath, big feet and longer tongue, large soul in a small
warm body... unable to understand why he couldn't just jump into the truck like
the big dog. I just laughed and helped him in. Now . . .I can't seem to find him.
I've lost my playmate. Have you seen him? You know the one. He ran with me just last
summer. Ahead of my mountain bike he flew, big feet and longer tongue, large soul
in a powerful body... a gait so effortless and athletic, he soared into the truck with ease.
He made me grin. Where did he go?
I've lost my dog. Have you seen him? You know the one. He guided me up familiar
paths, just last fall. The elder statesman, face sprinkled in gray, big feet and longer
tongue, large soul in a big body... gait so steady and strong, making me smile as he
gathered himself so carefully before jumping into the truck. Now, I don't know where he went.
I've lost my puppy... my playmate... my dog. Have you seen him?
You MUST know the one. . . . You seem so familiar . . . though I don't recognize your face of
gray or the silver eyebrows that rest above your cloudy amber eyes.. Do you know where he went?
Hello, is it you? Is it you I see in those aging eyes? Why, it is you!!....... and you're
in there like you've always been . . . the puppy with silken ears that gave me so much
joy in spring, the playmate who ran so effortlessly through the summer, the dog
who shared my trail in fall. I haven't lost you after all. You've been there all
along, with big feet and longer tongue, large soul in an aging body, gait
slowed by time, the truck so high above you that you hesitate and look up at
me..... causing me to smile. Oh my friend, my dog, my playmate,
......... my wonderful puppy.. you don't have to worry. I'll help you
in.... just like I used to...... and we'll go through the winter together.
Dedicated to Chance and to all the gray faces who enrich our lives.
You will always be puppies in our hearts.
Savannah Tolley lived to the age of 15 and died on June 7, 2011 after a one week period of her body just shutting down with age. She and her four littermates were hand raised when her mother died when she was 2 weeks old. She was a tiny little girl at 4 1/2 pounds with mounds of blue and tan hair which she wore beautifully in peach colored ribbons and bows. Savannah was her Daddy;s favorite and on the day he died in 2000 she tried to bite the nurse when the nurse attempted to take his blood pressure. He told the nurse, "Savannah knows that isn't necessary anymore" These were his last words. With her last breath, she trusted to step out of my world and step into his world, where they all await my coming. I celebrate her life, and find peace in the thought that I am so thankful for her 15 years here with me, and all the smiles that time has brought.
Harley's Leather & Lace
October 18, 2009 - April 2 , 2011
"Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears,
but laugh and talk of me as if I were beside you.
Do not let the thought of me be sad
for I am loving you just as I always have.
You were so good to me & I loved you so....
'Twas heaven here with you."
Your Lacey forever
R.I.P. My little monkey
You took your first breath in my arms and your last.
Mommy's heart is aching without you.
My beautiful Lulu
Truly, our hearts are broken.
I would give anything to have you back, laying your head
on my knee so I could tell you again and again how beautiful you are.
A heart of gold stopped beating,
two shining eyes at rest
God broke our hearts to prove,
he only takes the best.
You may feel me when
one crystal raindrop touches your hand.
Maybe I am gently nudging you.
Maybe you will feel me.
You may see me when
the wind runs through the tall grasses.
Maybe I leave no footprints now.
Maybe you will see me.
You may hear me when
you dream, in your heart, in whispers.
Maybe I speak your language now.
Maybe you will hear me.
You may see me when
you look into eyes filled with love.
Maybe for a moment, I am there.
Maybe you will see me. ..........
I wish the Rainbow Bridge had a phone so I could hear
your barks again. I thought of you all today but that's
nothing new. I thought of you all yesterday and
days before that too. I think of you all in silence
and often speak your name.
All I have are memories and pictures in a frame ..........
- Akimura -
Run free, my beautiful boy...
THE BEST PLACE TO BURY A DOG
There is one best place to bury a dog. If you bury him in this spot, he will come to you when
you call - come to you over the grim, dim frontier of death, and down the
well-remembered path, and to your side again.
And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel, they shall
not growl at him, nor resent his coming, for he is yours and he belongs there.
People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear
no whimper, people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them, for you
shall know something that is hidden from them, and which is well worth the knowing.
The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master.
Beloved member of the Boon family.
Gone from My Sight
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side
spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and
starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty
and strength. I stand and watch her until at length.
she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where
the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: "There, she is gone!"
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in
mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and
she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the
moment when someone at my side says: "There, she is gone!"
There are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout: "Here she comes!"
And that is dying.
-- Henry Van Dyke
Victim of TICK poisoning!!!
Yetholme Surrender To Me
A beloved member of the Murray family
'Toffee' - April 2010 - accidentally
Aust Ch Yetholme Wild Mink
Another little star burns brightly in the sky following the passing a few days ago of
Ch Yetholme Wild Mink (Wilma) just
a few months short of her 15th birthday. Wilma had lived in retirement for
seven years with Kerri-Lyn from Sydney. She was the light of Kerri's life;
they went everywhere together. Kerri even took her all the way to Adelaide on
the train one Christmas and nobody knew she was
there. Wilma was litter sister to Ch Yetholme Touch of Mink (Tich)
and they are the older full sisters to Makka, their mother
being the beautiful bitch Ch Balbardie Blue Mink, from Jean in Scotland..
I will never forget Wilma being shown at Blayney when she was a puppy.
It was March, and breezy. As she went around the ring,
a cheeky leaf had the audacity to fly up and 'bite' her on the rear.
Well, she spun around as if she'd been stung and growled at the
offending leaf much to the amusement of the judge. Wilma went
into retirement with Kerri after her last 'child', a bitch
called Y. Wild Minx who was on loan to Gail to be shown when,
sadly, she was bitten by a snake and died. A great loss.....
I should mention that Wilma was the mother of Freebie (Y. Wild And Free)
who was, in turn, mother of the 'Free' family....Terri's Blossom (Am Ch Aust Ch Y. Born Free),
Marika's Maxi, Jodi's Cougar, ML's Sheila (Y. Free Flight), Terri's Carrie (Am Ch Y. CareFree)
Ruth's Am Ch Aust Ch Y. Free Cheers and my Aust Ch Y. Free Spirit.
Run free now, little Wilma.
Farewell the battle's lost my love
But stay within my heart
I will not leave, I'll hold you tight
As your final journey starts
I'll hold you ever close to me
You won't be on your own
Be still, my love, within my arms
It's time. You're going home.
A piece of silk you came to me
A precious gift from who?
I'll never care from whence you came
They gave me years with you
The moment that my eyes met yours
You took my heart to keep
You gave me yours without a price
A price that's now too steep
So lay with me, and have no fear
Your head against my chest
I'm here until you've left, my love
And reached eternal rest
Yetholme Exuberant (above) - 'Harley' - 13/12/95-Jan 2010;
adored by the Andresen family, in Denmark.
By Ch Aranthrue Sweet Ambition (Imp UK), ex
Ch Yetholme Opal Empress
.Xena - heart-dog of Mary in NZ.
Rest in peace, darling girl
Aust Ch Yetholme Skye Fantasy (above).....
another snake-bite victim, died protecting her little friend Paddy.
You died a hero, Skye.
With deepest sympathy to her adopted family, the Pollard's of Bathurst.
Yetholme Highland Tryst
what a beautiful girl.........
Tess (Yetholme Highland Tryst) was born just over 12 years ago.
Sire, Aust Ch Patajohn Secret Love (Imp UK),
dam, Yetholme Highland Mist (by Ch Balbardie Royal Scot (Imp UK) ex Burnvale Enchanted Lady).
She was a very neatly built little girl, a lovely size, lots of spirit, very pretty.
At her very first show, aged three months and one day,
she won Baby in Show at an All Breeds show. I remember I was so excited,
when I was leaving the showground, I backed (very gently) into a tree
that had somehow jumped behind the car!!!!
A couple of months later, Tess went to the NSW Y/T club specialty show and virtually scooped the pool.
So many classes did she win that the judge - Mr Tony Valli - knew her number off by
heart and it became a standing joke that 'number 22' was the winner. That day she won
3-6 months sweepstakes
Baby Puppy Bitch and Baby in Show
Best Gaited and
I dont think I showed her after that, and I dont recall why not.... She produced several very lovely babies,
nearly always to Makka, including almost-Grand Champion Y. Winter Tryst (owned by Mark in Qld),
Maia owned by Sonia is one of Tess's, the three little girls living in Ballina are hers,
she has an agility son and a couple of daughters in Hawaii, and a very pretty
son in Western Australia who sired Val's Puzzle, living in Singapore.
Rest in peace, Tessie......
and thank you!
Run free with your mum, Simba.
I'm sure she will lead you a fine dance.
Yetholme Birthday Graces, aka 'Wee Geordie"
"To live in hearts we leave behind,
Is not to die".
This little dog was born for a purpose, and that was to bring love and joy to
everybody who ever met him, and he did that in abundance.
'We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own,
live within a fragile circle, easily and often breached.
Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still would live no other way.
We cherish memory as the only certain immortality,
never fully understanding the necessary plan.' Irving Townsend.
New stars in the sky.......recently (below)
Tragedy struck, doubly, on October 2nd 2009 in the form of a forked tongue.
Our beloved Ch Yetholme Tickle Me Do ('Riley'), in trying to
protect his little friend Rocki (Aust Silky Terrier), also fell foul of the snake.
We are still in shock over this tragic double loss.
Riley was just short of nine years, Rocki, 11 months.
Rest in peace, together, boys.
Yetholme Weenys Wee Wun
beloved companion of the Warhurst Family
by Ch Balbardie Royal Scot (Imp UK) ex
Ch Yetholme Weeny One
Rest in peace, Tilly.
Mischa - for 12 years the companion of
Stan, Eva & Family (Sydney)
Sacha - adored by the Hulme family (Victoria)
Beau - a Yetholme senior citizen
pictured above with his great-grandson, Shannon
Rest in peace, dear little man - you always made us laugh!
Des - aka The Archbishop
21st Dec 2008
it should never have happened....
Yetholme Little Blessing ('Tiffany')
little heart-dog of Jill in Belgium - so many wonderful memories!
She will remain in our hearts forever.
Rest in peace our sweet angel.
Sharon & Don.
* RIP, Toby (JRT) from Yetholme
* RIP, Bobbie, from Albury
* RIP, Patsi....
* RIP, Scarlett....owner of Brenda in Texas -
She was my Miss Scarlett!
Queen our our home!!
Our home was her Tara.
She will forever
live in our hearts until we meet again over Rainbow's Bridge!
So this is where we part, my friend, and you'll run on, around the bend,
gone from sight, but not from mind, new pleasures there you'll surely find.
I will go on, I'll find the strength, life measures quality, not its length.
One long embrace before you leave, share one last look, before I grieve.
There are others, that much is true, but they be they, and they aren't you.
And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought, will remember well all you've
Your place I'll hold, you will be missed, the fur I stroked, the nose I
And as you journey to your final rest, take with you this,
I loved you best.
With so many tears my friend,
GOD'S LENT PUP
For a while a puppy I will to you, GOD said
For you to love him while he lives
and to mourn for him when he is gone.
Maybe for twelve or fourteen years,
or maybe for just two or three.
But will you, till I call him back
take care of him for me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you
but should his stay be brief
you'll always have his memories
as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise that he'll stay,
since all from Earth return,
But there are lessons taught below
I want this pup to learn.
I've looked the whole world over
in search of teachers true
And from the folk that crowd life's land
I have chosen you.
Now will you give him all your love
Nor think the labor vain
Nor hate me when I come, to take him home again?
I fancied that I heard them say,
"Dear Lord Thy Will Be Done,"
For all the joys this pup will bring,
the risk of grief you'll run.
So Will you give him shelter and
love him while you may
And for the happiness you will know
forever grateful stay
But should I call him home
much sooner than you planned
Please brave the bitter grief
and try to understand.
If by your love you've managed
my wishes to achieve,
That in his life you gave him
everything that he would need
You knew the time would come
for me to call him home
In this place called Heaven
With me he will remain
Again his eyes are shining bright
His stride is straight and true
He runs and plays and has great fun
It's here he waits for You.
Those precious memories that you hold dear
are tucked inside your heart. So keep them safe
for they help fill that hole within your heart.
Hold them close and when you feel
that soft stroke on your leg
Know he has come to visit you
He couldn't stay away
In this place called HEAVEN
Where things are right and true
Along with me he loves you still
he sits and waits for you
- Author Unknown
Plantation's Pricilla Mirabeau -- "Prissy",
our beloved pet Yorkie, crossed Rainbow Bridge today.
She loved and was loved by us for twelve short years.
May you and Scarlett watch over each other til we meet in Heaven.
nor speak of me with tears,
but laugh and talk of me as if I were beside you...
I loved you so -
'twas Heaven here with you.
focus my thoughts on this candle of light,
With deep love and gratitude for my dear friend in flight.
On wings of spirit, may my sweet friend depart,
I love you and miss you with all of my heart.
As much as I loved the life we had and all the times we played,
I was so very tired and knew my time on earth would fade.
I saw a wondrous image then of a place that's trouble-free
Where all of us can meet again to spend eternity.
I saw the most beautiful Rainbow, and on the other side
Were meadows rich and beautiful -- lush and green and wide!
And running through the meadows as far as the eye could see
Were animals of every sort as healthy as could be!
My own tired, failing body was fresh and healed and new
And I wanted to go run with them, but I had something left to do.
I needed to reach out to you, to tell you I'm alright
That this place is truly wonderful, then a bright Glow pierced the night.
'Twas the Glow of many Candles shining bright and strong and bold
And I knew then that it held your love in its brilliant shades of gold.
For although we may not be together in the way we used to be,
We are still connected by a cord no eye can see.
So whenever you need to find me, we're never far apart
If you look beyond the Rainbow and listen with your heart.
I see you grieve,
I feel you grieve
But I am with you
And will stay with you 'til you laugh
When remembering the fun
We had in all those years.
Thank you for the courage to let me go.
No more weary, no more pain,
I am with you, you will feel me,
My cold nose, my waving tail,
You will see my smiling mouth and shining fur,
You will hear my happy voice.
I can run now, I can play now
With all my family and friends.
But I will love you and I will watch you
'Til we meet again.
By Ann Blairman
Whenever a puppy is born on earth, a guardian angel waits nearby to welcome the puppy into the world and take it under her heavenly wings. The guardian angel makes herself very small and snuggles in close to the soft, warm fur, telling her puppy how much it is loved and that it has come into the world for a special purpose.
Even though the puppy's eyes are closed, it feels the fluttering wings by its heart and knows its guardian angel is there. All puppies come into the world with unique gifts. As time passes and the puppy grows, the guardian angel helps her puppy to understand what makes it so very special. Whether they are destined to become fast runners, soulful singers or peaceful sleepers, each puppy is perfect and the angel loves it just the way it is.
The day comes when the puppy must go into the world and start travelling down its own special path. Sometimes, the path leads to a loving home, where a family is waiting to take their new four-legged friend into their hearts. And the guardian angel is happy, knowing her dog will always have friends to play with, bones to chew on and someone to cuddle up next to at night.
Angels like to visit when their dogs are dreaming. You may have seen a dog's paw moving while it is asleep. Perhaps it is on a high hill in a faraway place, dancing with its guardian angel. All dogs bring the gift of love to the world. In that way they are very much like angels. Dogs will share their love with anyone. They don't ask for anything in return. But if someone takes a moment to scratch a dog under its chin or tell a dog how special it is, you can be sure its guardian angel is smiling.
From time to time, when a certain person and a certain dog meet, something happens that is just like magic! It is as if they have known each other before. Each knows what the other is thinking and feeling. They will be together always. And the two with love, knowing their dog has found its forever person and the person has found its forever dog.
A forever person and their forever dog will share many experiences over a lifetime, like listening to favourite stories and taking vacations together. They will watch hundreds of sunsets from up on the hill. But the greatest gift these friends will share is knowing what is in the other's heart. Side by side, looking up at the sky on a starry night, a forever person and their forever dog will share all the secret hopes and dreams that are only told to a very best friend. A dog can never really be separated from its forever person. Neither time nor space can ever come between them.
So when the dog comes to the end of its earthly life, and must go on ahead without its person beside them, the guardian angel becomes a loving bridge that connects the two friends for as long as the person remains on earth. Sometimes dogs will cross the angel bridge and visit the earth while they are waiting for their forever person to join them. You can never be certain where they might turn up. You may feel four paws padding along next to you when you are in the park. Listen carefully, and you might hear a familiar voice joining in when you go Christmas caroling.
Or if you see the blanket rumple softly after you've curled up for an afternoon nap, it's very possible your forever dog has come back to visit and is napping beside you. Nothing brings your forever dog more joy than knowing you are happy, even if that means bringing a new dog companion into your life. Your forever dog lovingly remembers the special place it had in your life on earth, and is delighted to know another dog will get to share all the love you have to offer.
Your forever dog may even come back and help your new dog discover the best spots for burying bones and show them where to watch for your return at the end of the day. So don't be surprised to see your new dog racing through the house as if it's playing with an invisible friend......it probably is.
As the years go by you and your dog may find yourselves going more slowly as you take your daily walks. The time may come when your dog leaves your side and crosses the bridge to be with your forever dog. In fact, there may be many animals who will share your life during the time you are here on earth.
One day, the angel bridge that your forever dog crossed so many years earlier will appear to you. And with the happy heart of a person who is going home, you will cross the bridge and find yourself welcomed by all the animal friends you made when you were on earth. In the middle of all that love, your forever dog will be waiting for you. It will be like the day you found each other on earth. You will know you have been together before, and nothing will ever separate you again.
And the angels will be happy, knowing a forever person and their forever dog have found each other once more.