Thanks for finding this.
Glad I read that one!
Not normally a weeper but the tears are flowing now.
Thank you for posting this.
All Dogs go To Heaven ping
I have been admonished at times for having “too big of a heart”.
Must be because of all the dogs sleeping there.
http://weruletheinternet.com/2011/05/24/a-dogs-purpose-according-to-a-6-year-old/
Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish wolfhound named Belker. The dog’s owners, Ron, his wife, Lisa, and their little boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.
I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn’t do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.
As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.
The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker’s family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.
The little boy seemed to accept Belker’s transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker’s death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.
Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, “I know why.”
Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I’d never heard a more comforting explanation. He said, “People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life – like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?”
The six-year-old continued, “Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay as long.”
Sorry to say, but at this stage of my life and witnessing how awful humans can be, I actually revere doggies more.
Thank you! ;-)
I am sure that my wife will enjoy reading that as much as I did.
Screen blurry. I’m still missing my best friend after 10 years.
We have a 12 year old Golden Retreiver. She developed cancer in her right front shoulder last November. Did major surgery, she kept her leg and made a miraculous recovery. Now the cancer is back affecting her right rear leg making it hard for her to walk. Nothing we can do at this stage as the cancer is other places, BUT, she is still a happy dog. She still wants to go out and walk and smell and sniff as hard as it is for her to walk. She starts to hop on her three good legs. Her tail still wags, she still gets excited about eating, so we will keep her going as long as she tells us she wants to go. We feel so blessed that she has been part of our lives for going on 12 years
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie —
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find — it’s your own affair —
But . . . you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit hat answered your every mood
Is gone — wherever it goes — for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.
We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve kept’em, the more do we grieve;
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long —
So why in — Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
~Rudyard Kipling
Dogs are giant hearts with fur.
My allergies are acting up again.
He ran up and down, whimpering, anxiously trying to find a way across the divide. The dog finally leapt over, caught the edge of the opposite side and started to slip down into the abyss.
But Man pulled the dog to safety, proclaiming, “You shall be my companion forever.”
-- Navajo legend
You have cut lose the flood gates.
I lost my good dog this past Tuesday.
More importantly, they love if given love in return.