Things that pet owners understand…
Some of the things I must remember to be a good dog.
The sofa is not a ‘face towel’.
The binmen are not stealing our stuff.
My head does not belong in the fridge.
I shouldn’t stand straight up when I’m under the coffee table.
I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the house – not after.
I must not drag my bum across the floor when we have visitors.
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.
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,
“It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.”
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,
You were 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 take 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 re-assure 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 ” it’s me.”
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It’s possible for me, to be so near you everyday.
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.
The day is over… I smile and watch you yawning
and say “good-night, God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.”
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out…then come home to be with me.
– Author unknown
DOGS IN HEAVEN
A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying and he remembered that the dog had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high white stoned wall, along one side of the road. At the top of a long hill, the wall was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother of pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold.
He and the dog walked towards the gate and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side. When he was close enough, he called out “Excuse me, where are we?”
“This is Heaven, Sir” the man answered.
“Wow. Would you happen to have some water?” the first man asked. “Of course, Sir. Come right in and I’ll have some ice water brought right up.” The man gestured and the gate began to open. “Can my dog come in too?” the traveller asked.
“I’m sorry Sir, but we don’t accept pets.”
The man thought for a moment and then turned back towards the road and, with his dog, continued the way he had been going. After a long walk, he came to a dirt road which led through a farm gate that looked like it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
“Excuse me” he called to the reader “Do you have any water?”
“Yeah, sure, there’s a pump over there.” The man pointed to a place that couldn’t be seen from outside the gate; “come on in.”
“How about my friend here?” the traveller gestured to his dog.
“There should be a bowl by the pump” the man replied.
They went through the gate and sure enough, there was an old fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveller filled the bowl and took a long drink. Then he gave some to his dog. When they were full, they walked back towards the man who was standing waiting for them.
“What do you call this place?” the traveller asked.
“This is Heaven” was the answer.
“Well, that’s confusing” the traveller said. “The man down the road said that was Heaven too.”
“Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and the pearly gates? Nope, that’s Hell.”
“Doesn’t it make you mad for them to use your name like that?”
“No. I can see how you might think so, but we’re just happy that they screen out the folks who’ll leave their dogs behind.”
A Dogs Soul
Every dog must have a soul, Somewhere deep inside
Where all his hurts and grievances Are buried with his pride.
Where he decides the good and bad, The wrong way from the right,
And where his judgement carefully Is hidden from our sight.
A dog must have a secret place where every thought abides,
A sort of close acquaintance that he trusts in and confides.
And when accused unjustly for Himself, He cannot speak,
Rebuked, He finds within his soul the comfort he must seek.
He’ll love, tho’he is unloved, and he’ll serve tho’badly used,
And one kind word will wipe away the times when he’s abused.
Altho’ his heart may break in two his love will still be whole,
Because God gave to every dog
An understanding Soul!
And God asked the Feline Spirit
Are you ready to come home?
Oh, yes, quite so, replied the precious soul
And, as a cat, you know I am most able
To decide anything for myself.
Are you coming then? Asked God.
Soon, replied the whiskered angel
But I must come slowly
For my human friends are troubled
For you see, they need me, quite certainly.
But don’t they understand? Asked God.
That you’ll never leave them?
That your souls are intertwined. For all eternity?
That nothing is created or destroyed?
It just is…..forever and ever and ever.
– author unknown
The Last Battle
If it should be that I grow frail and weak,
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
then you must do what must be done
For this, the last battle, can’t be won.
You will be sad, I understand,
Don’t let the grief then stay your hand,
For this day more than all the rest
Your love and friendship stand the test.
We’ve had so many happy years,
What is to come can hold no fears.
You’d not want me to suffer so;
When the time comes, please let me go.
Take me where my needs they’ll tend
And stay with me, if you can, to the end.
Hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time, you will see,
It is a kindness you do for me.
Although my tail its last was waved,
From pain and suffering I’ve been saved.
Don’t grieve that it should be you,
Who must decide this thing to do,
We’ve been so close, we two, these years;
Don’t let your heart hold any tears.
Smile, for we walked together for a little while.
– Author Unknown