Posted on 06/03/2013 8:15:29 AM PDT by Kartographer
Consider this, please--
A Dog's Last Will and Testament
Before humans die, they write their last will and testament and give their home and all they have to those they leave behind. If, with my paws I could do the same, this is what I’d give:
To a poor and lonely stray I’d give my happy home, my bowl, my cozy bed, my soft pillows and all my toys;
The lap, which I loved so much, and the tender loving hands;
The hand that stroked my fur and the sweet voice which called my name.
I’d will to the sad and scared shelter dog the place I had in my human’s loving heart of which there seemed no bounds.
So when I die, please do not say, “I will never have a pet again for the loss and pain is more than I can stand.” Instead, go find an unloved dog. One whose life has held no joy or hope and give my place to him.
This is the only thing I can give – the love I left behind.
This is my inheritance; my Last Will and Testament.
You see, Heart of Georgia, it's not about you. It's about all the dogs languishing in shelters. Having another dog won't lessen the love you had for your previous dog, truly, it won't.
I understand what you’re saying, and I know the horrible situation. I realize I seem selfish with so many needing homes.
After my dog died, I turned to cats. Right now I have 2 that I took in as strays. I also have 2 cats and a dog that I take care of for someone who lost the ability to care for them when the economy tanked.
Also, my mom has lived with me for the past 8 years, along with her little dog. He’s a sweetheart and loyal as can be to all of us. If one of us is missing from the house, he waits at the door until everyone is home. He’s about 11 now and I’m dreading the day he’s gone.
4 cats, 2 dogs, you’re doing okay in my book! I was going on the assumption that you didn’t have any pets to brighten your life. (never assume, lsa, never assume)
OTOH, A Dog’s Last Will & Testament is a wonderful, heart-breaking piece, I haven’t seen here and I used your comment as a great excuse to post it.
We’re on our 4th and 5th dogs, adopted them on the same day. The big, old (10), gentle male needed someone to look after and the squirrelly (2ish), young female needed someone to show her the world was not a scary place. It’s worked out well. They’ve been at the groomers since early morning and the house feels so empty.
“I was going on the assumption that you didn’t have any pets to brighten your life.”
No, I couldn’t do that and apologize for giving that impression. It’s just that I’ve always been determined that I wouldn’t let myself get that attached to another dog. But then I let down my guard and developed the same attachment to a cat. I call her my heart kitty. I got her when she was 8 weeks old and had her over 14 years. It’s been 6-1/2 months and I’m still grieving hard.
“They’ve been at the groomers since early morning and the house feels so empty.”
Oh I know all about that! When my mom’s dog goes to the groomer, we sit here feeling sorry for the little guy and all the torture he’s going through, and we fidget waiting for the phone to ring for him to be picked up.
ROOM IN YOUR HEART
Sorrow fills a barren space;
you close your eyes and see my face
and think of times I made you laugh,
the love we shared, the bond we had,
the special way I needed you -
the friendship shared by just we two.
The day’s too quiet, the world seems older,
the wind blows now a little colder.
You gaze into the empty air
and look for me, but I’m not there -
I’m in heaven and I watch you,
and I see the world around you too.
I see little souls wearing fur,
souls who bark and souls who purr
born unwanted and unloved -
I see all this and more above -
I watch them suffer, I see them cry,
I see them lost, I watch them die.
I see unwanted thousands born -
and when they die, nobody mourns.
These little souls wearing fur
(Some who bark and some who purr)
are castaways who - unlike me -
will never know love or security.
A few short months they starve and roam,
Or caged in shelters - nobody takes home.
They’re special too (furballs of pleasure),
filled with love and each one, a treasure.
My pain and suffering came to an end,
so don’t cry for me, my person, my friend.
But think of the living -
those souls with fur
(some who bark and some who purr) -
And though our bond can’t be broken apart,
make room for another in your home and
your heart.
-— Carol Schubert-James -—
My beloved little Halla left me 5/22.
I still feel and hear her.
I know she’s hanging around to make sure I’m okay.
It’s not fair that my grief is keeping her from being in Heaven, where she belongs.
I have put down a deposit on another little girl from her bloodlines.
All the sorrow I feel for Halla will be channeled into love for the new girl...and Halla will be able to go on without worrying about me falling apart, anymore.
I owe it to her.
Open your heart.
Somewhere, there is a needful dog waiting just for you.
“OTOH, A Dog’s Last Will & Testament is a wonderful, heart-breaking piece, I haven’t seen here and I used your comment as a great excuse to post it.”
I meant to thank you for posting it. It reads like a dog’s sweet and giving personality and I’m gonna share it with my neighbor when appropriate. She’s been crying this evening because her old pup is dying as we speak. The family is saying their goodbyes and are taking him to the vet tomorrow. Their other dog is keeping vigil, licking on him, doing all he can to comfort him.
What a beautiful and special dog, in every way.
The dog was retired from service and given to the widow of the slain officer. May they bring God’s healing and comfort to each other.
Strange case, I hope they get the guy who did it. I also hope he wasn’t targeted because he was dirty.
A reminder of the special bond between people and dogs.
God bless you and yours sister!
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1362275/Bomb-sniffing-Army-dog-dies-broken-heart-Taliban-kill-master.html
Oh what a dark night that is for that family.It's when you realize that although your pal thinks you are god,you sit there,not being able to do a damn thing,utterly heartbroken,knowing you're not.God bless that family.
No way I’m clicking that link,the title was enough!
My heart goes out to them. Nothing worse, absolutely, nothing worse in the world. We've had to do it too many times for our previous cats and dogs. Now we thank our vet through our tears and tell him we'll we back it a couple of months with a new dog (or cat),'cause that's just what we do.
I can't read the article you posted 'cause I know the ending.
I understand. It’s beyond sad.
RIP Jason Ellis. You had a great faithful friend who will miss you.
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