Posted on 04/21/2006 1:19:24 PM PDT by ChocChipCookie
Your "vanity" made me cry :(
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I am sorry to hear of your loss - I have loved all the pups in my life, and can easily place myself in your shoes. But at least you had the pup in your life for a while, and will have that to remember.
We lost our Albert 2 years ago. Emma was present when we interred him in our back yard. She seemed to recover more quickly than we did.
Your friend will waiting for you on the Rainbow Bridge.
I'm so sorry to hear about your Lab. :(
Goodbye, Chase.
I hope, in time CCC, your sadness is replaced by only happy memories.
Sorry for your loss. Pets live such short lives but give so much to us in that time.
Oh my gosh! Our dog, Bambi, was laid to rest today, too. I just posted on FR. So sorry for your loss. I feel like a part of me is gone. I can't function right now and I feel sick to my stomach . I'll pray for you and your family.
When your children ask what happens to the dog when she passes, here is a lesson you can pass along:
Do Dogs Go To Heaven?
The question, it seems to me, suggests more the arrogance of Man than the worthiness of these virtuous animals.
Consider for a moment, these personal observations of the dogs I have known and loved:
Without exception, they savored life for all it could offer. They faced every one of their days with a sense of adventure and joy and good-natured spirit, a spirit tempered only by an overriding eagerness to please and love their masters, for nothing gave them more pleasure.
Not to the smallest degree were they capable of recrimination, sarcasm, pettiness or treachery. They were, however, eminently capable of qualities to which Man can only aspire.
"Unconditional love", for example, is a very modern term Man has coined to describe a paragon of loving...an all-forgiving love, a love without reward, expectation, or promise of reciprocity.
Yet dogs, from time immemorial, have exemplified this ideal of love.
What other friend, I wonder, would have not a flicker of care whether you were successful or an abject failure, whether you were homely or comely, clean or smelly-dirty, foolish or clever, beggar or king?
Who else would judge you--not by your appearance, power, or money--but solely by the kindness of your hand and heart?
Yet who else, I ask, would forgive a blow with a kiss to the offending hand?
Come what may, he loves--no, adores--you, be you sinner or saint. And he will softly lick the sores and wounds the world gives you, and never ask (or worse, tell you) what you did to deserve them.
And if Man is a dog's "God", what man serves God with such a thoroughly cheerful, immediate and unquestioning obedience as a dog serves his master?
Show me a man who so delights in all the great bounties God has given him.
Show me a man as gleefully grateful for his wonderous blessings as a dog is for a scrap of would-be garbage from his master's hand.
Show me a man as trustful, as humbly devoted, as appreciative and joyfully submissive to God, as my brainless, souless dog is to me.
Yes, show me this man, this saint, who so embodies all these abiding virtures.
Then I will show you, my friend, a man with a soul as deserving of Heaven as the most meager of dogs.
Roy Alan Wilson / Millburn, New Jersey / February 29, 1996
God bless you, neighbor. It's so hard to say goodbye to what I call "God's littler children." They give you so much.
You and your family are in our prayers as you deal with this difficult situation. Dogs are members of the family and I often refer to them as fur kids. Losing one is the same as losing any other member of the family.
So very sorry, hugs and prayers for the loss of your beloved pet.
So dear friends
Your love has gone
Only tears to dwell upon
I dare not say
As the wind must blow
So a love is lost
A love is won
Go to sleep and dream again
Soon your hopes will rise and then
from all this gloom
Life can start anew
And there'll be no crying soon
It is very difficult to lose a family member, as Chase obviously was. Your family has our deepest sympathies as you cope with this loss.
A DOG FOR JESUS
I wish someone had given Jesus a dog
As loyal and loving as mine
To sleep by His manger and gaze in His eyes
And adore Him for being divine.
As our Lord grew to manhood His faithful dog
Would have followed Him all through the day
While He preached to the crowds and made the sick well
And knelt in the garden to pray.
It is sad to remember that Christ went away
To face death alone and apart
With no tender dog following close behind
To comfort its Master's Heart.
And when Jesus rose on that Easter morn
How happy He would have been
As His dog kissed His hands and barked its delight
For The One who died for all men.
Well, the Lord has a dog now, I just sent Him mine
The old pal so dear to me
And I smile through my tears on this first day alone
Knowing they're in eternity.
Day after day, the whole day through
Wherever my road inclined
Four feet said, "I am coming with you!"
And trotted along behind.
Written By: Rudyard Kipling
- The Monks of New Skete
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