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IN LOVING MEMORY OF DEPARTED PETS.

I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep. I could see that you were crying, you found it hard to sleep. I whined to you softly, as you brushed away a tear," Its me, I haven't left you, Im fine, I'm here."

I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour your tea. You was thinking of the many times your hands reached down to me. I was with you at the shops today, your arms were getting sore. I longed to tale your parcels, I wish I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today, you tend it with such care. I want to reassure you that I'm not lying there. I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key. I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said "its me."

You looked so very tired, an d sank into a chair. I tried so very hard to let you know, that I was standing there. It's possible for me to be so near you every day. To say to you with certainty " I never went away."

You sat there very quietly then smiled, I think you knew. In the stillness of that evening I was very close to you. When the time is right for you to cross the big divide. I'll rushacross to greet you, and we'll stand side by side. I have so much to show you, there is so much for you to see. Be patient, live your journey out. Then come home to be with me.

High up in the courts of heaven today a little dog angel waits. With the other angels he will not play, but sits alone at the gates. I know my master will come says he, and when he does he will call for me.

The other angels pass him by as they hurry towards the throne. He watches them with a wistful eye, as he sits at the gates alone. And his master down on earth below, as he sits in his easy chair. Forgets sometimes and whispers low, to the dog that isn't there.

The little dog cocks his ears, as he dreams his masters voice he hears. And when at last his master waits, outside in the dark and cold. For the hand of death to open the door, that leads to the courts of gold. He will hear a sound through the gathering dark, A Little Dog Angels Bark.

It seems like only yesterday, my heart is still so sore. For every hour of every day, I miss you more and more. Memories are like keepsakes we treasure all life through. Mine are so very special, because they are of you.

If I could relive yesterday, just even for a while. I'd pat your head, your soft wet nose, and gently I would smile. They say memories are golden, well yes I know thats true. But I never wanted memories, I only wanted you.

I know your still around me, I feel you all the time. I am so very proud to say, " that special dog was mine." So remembering you is easy, I do it every day. But missing you is heartache, that never goes away.

You have not really left me. Nor have you travelled far. Your waiting in Gods garden, you've left the gate ajar. Whichever road I travel, which ever site I view. I know yourr tail is wagging, I'm still sharing them with you.

Flowers and fields may wither, and the evening sun will set. But this heart that truly loved you, will never ever forget. I see your face before me, with those ever trusting eyes. The adoration, the friendship, one who never knew of lies.

I'm sad without you my friend, my tears often softly flow. For what it meant to lose my dog, no one will ever know. Your name I mention often, my thoughts are with you still. You havent been forgotten, and I know you never will.

Of all the gifts in my life, however great or small. To have had you here as my My Dog, was the greatest gift of all.

OLD DOGS DO NOT DIE

We have a secret you and I, that no one else shall know. For who but I can see you lie, each night in the fire glow. Who but I can reach my hand, before we go to bed, and feel the living warmth of you, and touch your silken head?

And only I walk woodland paths, and see ahead of me. Your small form racing with the wind, So young again, and free. And only I can see you swim in every brook I pass. And when I call, no one but I, Can see the bending grass.

A precious one from me has gone, a voice I love is still. A place is vacant in my life, that I can never fill. Your memory is in keeps sake, from which I will never part. Although God has you in his keepiung, I will always have you in my heart.

NO MORE PAIN.

No more lonely cold nights, or hearing that I'm bad. No more growling belly from the meals I never had. No more scorching sunshine with a water bowl thats dry. No more complaining neighbours about the noises when I cry.

No more hearing Shut up, Get Down or Get Out Of Here. No more feeling disliked, only peace is in the air. Euthanasia is a blessing, though some still can not see. Why was I ever born, if I wern't meant to be?

My last day of living was the best I ever had. Someone held me very close, and I could see  she was so sad. I kissed the ladys face, and she hugged me as she cried. I twitched my stump to thank her, then I closed my eyes and died.

 

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