" He is your friend, your partner,
your defender, your dog.
You are his life, his love, his leader. He will
be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat
of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of
such devotion."
Author Unknown
You guys are making me cry
4 years ago, I adopted a cat from the no-kill shelter down the road. They gave me a copy of this. I’ve kept it & occasionally read it, especially when the furball is driving me nuts!!
A cat is much more of liberal's pet. Haughty, aloof, entitled, and never thankful for what is given.
Which is why I don't understnd FR's obsession with cats. Even, yes, even the viking kitties. They should be viking dogs.
Thanks for the post.
Number 1 is so true. If my dog sees me grab my gun and doesn’t get to go he freaks out and doesn’t behave for my wife.
On the drive for a hunting trip he will not quit whining. My hunting buddy who gives me dirty looks when I miss. :)
Works for cats too. I lost one of my cats last month and I still miss her. She was the last of three kittens we adopted, along with the mother, in 2001. We only have the mother left and one male cat, unrelated but she adopted him like a son. I’m glad because she was so close to Whitey, her daughter.
Doggie Ping
#10. I was there for her in July, we faced the moment together as we had faced so many others together. She got over it, I still haven’t.
Thanks for sharing! Printed out a copy and posted it on our fridge. We’ve got 3 pound puppies (a lab mix, a hunting hound, and a dachsund-chihuahua). They’ve got such neat personalities and we love ‘em.
I complain about the lab mix shedding, but she is the sweetest and most loving animal. The hunting hound is loyal and obeys commands the best; the little one is a spoiled lap dog. Couldn’t imagine life without ‘em...
dog ping
Thank you. What an unexpected gift. I followed the link and read the story of Abbey and Mer. Whoa...beyond beautiful. Did not see that coming or think anything could hit me like that.
1. My life is likely to last 80-85 years. Any separation from you is likely to be painful.....
2. Give me time to understand what you want of me. ...
3. Place your trust in me. It is crucial for my well-being......
4. Don’t be angry with me for long and don’t lock me up as punishment. In the end even though I have my work, my friends, my entertainment, I have only you......
5. Talk to me. Even if I don’t understand your words, I do understand your voice when speaking to me......
6. Be aware that however I treat you, You will never forget it..... but I will by tomorrow.
7. Before you yell at me, before you remember everything I did wrong, remember that I could hurt you, and yet, I choose not to bite you.
8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I’m not getting the right food, I have been in the sun too long, or my heart might be getting old or weak.....
9. Please take care of me when I grow old. You too, will grow old......
10. On the ultimate difficult journey, go with me please. Never say you can’t bear to watch. Don’t make me face this alone. Everything is easier for me if you are there, because I love you so....... Signed :
...YOUR HUSBAND
I miss Wink.
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 passsion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart to 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 that 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-term 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?
The Power of the Dog
by
Rudyard Kipling
I got my first dog when I was 50. He is a big old walker coon hound who is afraid of thunder, gun fire and vacuum cleaners. He’s 1/4 little boy and takes up half the bed. He loves to play and usually wants to when I’m relaxing on the computer. He does not like the UPS man or the woman across the street. The unconditional love he has for me is amazing. He will be 3 years old next week, dont know exact date, we always celebrate on Thanksgiving. I am truly thankful I met him and allowed him in my life.
I missed one because she was in the hospital and getting better and I was told she'd be coming her home the next day. I've never forgiven myself.
There are those many times in life where it’s important to just meditate on nothing more than this.
Dangit; some dust must have fallen in both eyes; they are uncharacteristically moistening.
This is clearly all your fault.