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For
My Sweet Lady
(written
by Laurel Barrick,
after
the death of her beloved Bouvier, Lady)
~Sir
Teddy's Lucky Lady Jane~
1993
- April 19, 2003
Beautiful,
bouncing, Bouvier
Long
singing strides, dance of life.
Massive
head, knowing, wise eyes
Joyous
tail that shook her being.
A
Heart not owned, but freely given
To
frail humans and hungry kittens
A
Soul full of courage, a presence
That
granted freedom, gave back life.
Confident,
free, ever strong in spirit
Bouvier
Dignity never diminished,
Sharing
her home, but never her place
As
dogs and years came to pass.
God's
time, not mine, passed way too soon.
Sleep
on the clouds, keep watch over heaven
Sweet
Lady Jane, forever my friend,
Dance
on the wind, until we meet again
All
my love, your grateful, grieving human,
Laurel
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 fireglow?
And
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
-Author
Unknown
A
PET'S PRAYER
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 worlds sweetest music, as
you
must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep
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 the 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 worshipper.
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 my 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.
Beth
Norman Harris
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
HEAVEN'S
DOGGY DOOR
My
best friend closed his eyes last night,
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
said, "You should cry no more,
God
also loves our canine friends,
He's
installed a 'doggy-door"!
©
1997, Mary Ellen Arthur
Excalibur
Cavaliers
MY
BEST FRIEND
by
Rejda~Mac
www.halfbohemian.com
The
young girl sat in the haystack.
Her
best friend, Nick, sat beside her.
She
told him of her dreams,
he
listened intently.
His
eyes never left her face
"One
day I will be happy
I
will love someone
who
loves only me!
I
will never feel lonely or sad.
I
will have a wonderful life."
Nick
looked at her.
He
didn't say a word.
"One
day he will come for me.
He
will ride up on his beautiful horse,
he
will take me with him.
We
will go far away from here,
we
will live together forever.
We
will be so happy!"
The
little girl smiled at her friend,
not
expecting any words from him.
He
didn't need to speak to show
how
much he loved her.
She
was just happy
he
would sit and listen.
He
was the only one who would.
He
was always there for her.
All
she had to do was call--
he
would come running, sit quietly,
listen
to every word,
watch
every movement,
accept
every hug,
patiently
wait for her to stop crying.
Then
they would walk, side by side,
down
the trails, through the fields.
They
would jump the ditches,
crawl
under fences,
exploring
and discovering
the
world they lived in.
Then
they would lie back,
watching
the clouds float by,
chewing
on grass blades,
all
troubles gone and forgotten.
Nick
was her best friend;
sometimes
her only friend.
He
was faithful and true.
He
never betrayed her.
He
never lied to her.
He
would defend her and
follow
her to the ends of the Earth.
Nick
was only fourteen when he died.
She
cried for days,
she
missed him so much.
Her
best friend was gone,
she
was so alone and so lonely.
Never
again would they
sit
in the haystack.
Never
again could she
pour
out her sorrow to him.
Never
again could she
tell
him of her dreams.
Part
of her life was missing now,
her
sadness was overwhelming.
His
deep brown eyes
she
could still remember
watching
her as she would
tell
him everything.
He
never judged.
He
never told her
"I
told you so!"
He
just accepted her
for
who she was.
He
just loved her
the
only way he knew~
unconditionally.
Dedicated
to ~
My
best friend,
my
faithful companion,
my
dog ~ Nick.
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