Sam, I'm so sorry to hear about Sable's passing. You did the right thing even tho it doesn't feel like it right now. I hope you will still be able to find joy in your maiden voyage with your new Tear.
<insert hug smilie>
well, she didn't make it.
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Re: well, she didn't make it.
by papmom35 » Fri Apr 20, 2012 5:02 pm
Pappin' in Pink (well, we will be sometime in the future when I can paint my new Paphut!!)
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Re: well, she didn't make it.
by Tucguy » Fri Apr 20, 2012 7:27 pm
I am not sure that this is exactly the right time to post this particular piece of literature. I have always loved this and I hope that you will see it as how our relationship with our pets is limited in time but not in love. I think if we can obey our part of the dogs prayer, then we have been good stewarts of their lives. It is too bad they don't live longer but in there somewhere is the reason we have pets, love them and have them in our lives. I hope this helps. Steve
A Dog’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, you 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 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 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 for you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
By Beth Norman Harris
A Dog’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, you 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 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 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 for you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
By Beth Norman Harris
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