As his head was in my hand.
The doctors said he was in pain,
And it was hard for him to stand.
The thoughts that scurried through my head,
As I cradled him in my arms,
Were of his younger puppy years,
And Oh...his many charms.
Today there was no gentle nudge
With an intense "I love you gaze",
Only a heart that's filled with tears
Remembering our joy filled days.
But an Angel just appeared to me,
And he said, "You should cry no more,
GOD also loves our canine friends,
HE's installed a doggy door!"
you will always remember....
The first is a day, blessed with happiness,
when you bring home your young new friend.
You may have spent weeks
deciding on a breed.
You may have asked numerous
opinions of many vets,
or done long research in finding a breeder.
Or, perhaps in a fleeting moment,
you may have just chosen that silly looking mutt
in a shelter--simply
because something in its eyes reached your heart.
But when you bring that chosen pet home,
and watch it explore,
and claim its special place in your hall or
front room--and when you feel
it brush against you for
the first time--it instills a feeling of pure love you will
carry with you through
the many years to come.
The second day will occur
eight or nine or ten years later.
It will be a day like any other.
Routine and unexceptional.
But, for a surprising instant,
you will look at your longtime friend
and see age where you once saw youth.
You will see slow deliberate steps
where you once saw energy.
And you will see sleep when you once saw activity.
So you will begin to adjust your friend's diet--and
you may add a pill or two to her food.
And you may feel a growing fear
deep within yourself,
which bodes of a coming emptiness.
And you will feel this uneasy feeling,
on and off, until the third day finally arrives.
And on this day--if your friend
and God have not decided for you,
then you will be faced with making a decision
of your own--on behalf of your lifelong friend,
and with the guidance of your own deepest Spirit.
But whichever way your friend eventually leaves you-
-you will feel as long as a single star in the dark night.
If you are wise, you will let the tears flow as freely
and as often as they must.
And if you are typical,
you will find that not many in
your circle of family or friends will be able to
understand your grief, or comfort you.
But if you are true
to the love of the pet you cherished
through the many joy-filled years,
you may find that a soul-
-a bit smaller in size than your own-
-seems to walk with you, at times,
during the lonely days to come.
And at moments when you least expect
anything out of the ordinary to happen,
you may feel something brush against your leg-
-very very lightly.
And looking down at the place
where your dear, perhaps dearest,
friend used to lay-
-you will remember those three significant days.
The memory will most likely to be painful,
and leave an ache in your heart--
As time passes the ache will
come and go as if it has a life of its own.
Where to Bury a Dog
There are various places in which a dog may be buried.|
I am thinking now of a Cocker, whose coat gleamed in the sunshine,
and who, so far as I am aware,
never entertained a mean or an unworthy thought.
This Cocker is buried beneath a cherry tree,
under four feet of garden loam.
And at its proper season, the cherry tree
strews petals on the green lawn of his grave.
Beneath a cherry tree, or an apple,
or any flowering shrub is an excellent place to bury a dog.
Beneath such trees, such shrubs, he slept in the drowsy summer,
or gnawed at a flavorous bone,
or lifted his head to challenge some strange intruder.
These are good places in life or in death.
Yet, it is a small matter, for if the dog be well remembered,
if sometimes he leaps through your dreams actual as in life,
eyes kindling, laughing, begging,
it matters not at all where that dog sleeps.
On a hill where the wind is unrebuked, and the trees are roaring,
or beside a stream he knew in puppyhood,
or somewhere in the flatness of a pasture lane
where most exhilarating cattle grazed,
is all one to the dog, and all one to you.
And nothing is gained, nothing is lost if memory lives.
But, there is one 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 frontiers 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 belongs there.
People may laugh at you who see no lightest blade of grass
bent by his footfall...who hear no whimper,
people who never really 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 dog is in the heart of his master.