|
|
 |
|
I would like to take time
to share with you some very special memories of my little friends who have shared their lives with me and my family through
the years.
First there was Thomasina, our Family Kitty who showed up one summer day for dinner.
He became my best friend and was my constant companion through grade school.
He loved to catch and tease mice for hours. I'd beg him to come in and go to bed at night-I loved to play the blanket
game with him!
He would hunt my toes and once in a while-he'd catch them too.
Then there was Jennifer the Oraange Tabby Cat.
She was so smart. She would make faces at me and make a clicking sound. My parents thought I was making this up untill
one day my Dad caught her in the act. There she was making the silliest face and sounds-I was relieved to have a witness...finally.
Later came CinderJoe, a Scruffy little Black Terri Poo.
He was my buddy. Cute little guy and smart too. he could say Out and would sit in front of the door and say out...untill
he got let out. One night after letting him in and out numerous times, my Dad said he was sorry he taught Cinderjoe to talk.
Then there waa Scruffy. A buff colored fuffball...orgins and breed unknown. But she would Smile and show all her teeth
when you talked to her. Shy little gal...she was a sweetheart.
One day, my mother decided she wanted Yorkie. She had fell in love with the friend's visiting Pup. Buttons, a long haired
Yorkie who was just precious. Mom was hooked.
We went out of town and bought Carlton, a Petite little Man and he was a long haired Beauty. Very nice diposition, and
loved to have his way with the large ceramic frog my MOm had placed in her dining room. He loved to wait till her bridge Ladies
were all over paying cards...then he'd put on a show for the girls....till mom escorted him out of the room.
Then came Miss Molly Muffin. Little ball of energy and fiestyness. She was a spoiled, Momma's Girl, and Daddy's Girl too.
She ruled the home. Her wish was our command and she was bred and Maggie Blue Violets arrived in our Lives.
So...Three Yorkies in the home. Oh My. Life would never be the same as we knew it.
It was Yip and yap...cuddles and kisses...and we loved every minute of it.
Thank you little friends for being a part of our lives...we miss you and know we will cuddle you all again when we meet
on the Rainbow Bridge.
********************************************
Special Memorial Websites
that I have found on the Internet.
These were some of my personal favorites for Pet Loss sites.
In Memory Of Pets. This is a beautiful place to visit. It has the most lovely e-cards to share with others. I enjoyed this
site so much.
Dusty's Story. A very touching personal site about a little dog named Dusty and his owners who loved him so much-So Sweet.
Ourpals.com has very nice memorial products and a nice informative site.
********************************************
|
|
|
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...
Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness
than the loving heart of me. Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your
patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do. Speak to me often, for your voice is
the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footsteps falls upon my waiting ear.
When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements. And
I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. Though had you no home, I would rather
follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land, for you are my god
and I am your devoted worshiper. Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it
dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your
bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life should your life be in danger.
And, beloved master, should the great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather
hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest -- and I will leave you knowing with
the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
By Beth Norman Harris
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
This was sent to me by Lorie in Canada. I thought it was so sweet I had to share it too.
If Dogs Sent Letters to God...
Dear God,
Why do humans smell the flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one another?
Dear God,
When we get to heaven, can we sit on your couch? Or is it the same old story?
Dear God,
Why are there cars named after the jaguar, the cougar, the mustang, the colt,
the stingray, and the rabbit, but not ONE named for a dog? How often do you see a cougar riding around? We dogs love
a nice ride! Would it be so hard to rename the 'Chrysler Eagle' the 'Chrysler Beagle'?
Dear God,
If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he
still a bad dog?
Dear God,
We dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles, horns,
clickers, beepers, scent ID's, electromagnetic energy fields, and Frisbee flight paths. What do humans understand?
Dear God,
More meatballs, less spaghetti, please.
Dear God,
When we get to the Pearly Gates, do we have to shake hands to get in?
Dear God,
Are there mailmen in Heaven? If there are, will I have to apologize?
Dear God,
Let me give you a list of just some of the things I must remember to be a
good dog:
- I will not eat the cats' food before they eat it or after they throw it up.
- I will
not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, skunks, etc., just because I like the way they smell.
- I will not munch on "leftovers"
in the kitty litter box; although they are tasty, they are not food.
- The diaper pail is not a cookie jar.
- The sofa is not a face towel; neither are Mom and Dad's laps.
- The garbage collector
is not stealing our stuff.
- My head does not belong in the refrigerator.
- I will not bite the officer's hand when
he reaches in for Mom's driver's license and registration.
- I will not play tug-of-war with Dad's underwear when he's
on the toilet.
- Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is not an acceptable way of saying 'hello.'
- I do not
need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm lying under the coffee table.
- I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before
entering the house.
- I will not throw up in the car.
- I will not come in from outside and immediately drag my butt
across the carpet.
- I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch when company is over.
- The
cat is not a squeaky toy; so when I play with him and he makes that noise, it's usually not a good thing.
Dear God,
May I have my testicles back?
www.hofferstudio.com/ladyjanes
|
|
|
|
