[fanfan]

We still have Rush. He is out of sorts tonight. He was here when Axel passed, and kept smelling him, before the doctor took him away.

Ahhh, we'll be OK.

Thanks for the nice memories. *HUG*

[NicknamedBob]

The Door

Before you enter Heaven, you pass this door a lot.
Although it tells you, “Enter”, you know you’d rather not.
It is a one-way doorway, that leads to far beyond,
And later always seems to be the way we all respond.

Oh, one day it will call again, as sirens often wail,
And it may seem appropriate to step beyond the pale.
For all ways turn you back to this. This turning in the hall,
Where footsteps echo distantly, and somehow have a call.

We wonder where they lead to, what we may find in there,
And sometimes we may pause and ponder, stop and then just stare.
We do not hear the voices, the music, or the beat,
As if it were a distant party down the street.

We’ve heard that there are wonders, and glories to behold,
And that the first thing we will lose is having grown too old.
Wise caution seems to hold us back, for we have come to learn,
It’s invitation only, and you have to wait your turn.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . December 31, 2007

[backhoe]

We still have Rush. He is out of sorts tonight. He was here when Axel passed, and kept smelling him, before the doctor took him away.

Ahhh, we'll be OK.

Thanks for the nice memories. *HUG*

Well, he's a handsome devil! Animals seem to understand when their friends won't be coming back to them- I've seen it with a number of our old dogs and cats- one passes away, the the other grieves.

That last year when Taffy was failing, she'd lead me out into a sunlit place in the yard, and lie down, and seem to feel better for a while, and although it hurt me, I used to tell her, "I'd rather spend a day like this with you, than be King of the World for a thousand years..."

They ask so little, and give so much in return.