I can only say: that’s love.
We have a 19 year old kitty that gets waited on hand and foot. Watching her walk is painful, but she still gets around and enjoys life, bless her heart.
the only thing that makes it better is i know one day i get them back.
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Aw God,I loved the picture and the love it showed.
RIP little one.
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The photographer who took this photo is a dear friend of my cousin, also a photographer, and they both live in Bayfield WI, on Lake Superior. The photographer of this photo lost her own husband in an ice fishing accident on the lake just this past winter: http://www.twincities.com/ci_22458940/wis-man-dies-after-fall-through-ice-lake
I read this and started getting damp eyed. I now have 105 pounds of rescue dog snuggling up to me comforting me. Why can’t we be more like them?
R.I.P. OldTimer
My Otis is going on 14 y/o.
Old dogs rule.
Just a comment to say....I hate the “last ride”.
The “last ride” to the vet is as painful as it gets.
So sweet. Can’t believe a dog made it to 20! Especially that size.
God’s peace and comfort to surround John and all those who have gone through this kind of loss. Only pet lovers can understand.
A Dog’s Prayer
Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.
Speak to me often, for it is your voice that is the world’s sweetest music, to me, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.
When it is cold and wet, please take me inside...for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements...and I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth...though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land...for you are my god...and I am your devoted worshiper.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.
And, my beloved master, should God see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather, hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest...and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
—Beth Norman Harris
*Tears* Rest in Peace Beautiful boy Schoep.
*Tears* Rest in Peace Beautiful boy Schoep.
Yes, I have tears in my eyes.