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    Power of the Dog



    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 tumor, 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-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
    Christine

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    WINTER OF LIFE
    Lord, he is old and weakened,
    He walks where he used to run.
    In his youth he was always a happy dog,
    Now he sleeps his days away in the sun.

    Please make his trail mostly level,
    As he travels these last few miles.
    Provide shade away from the heat of day,
    Where he can stop and rest for awhile.

    If it rains let the drops be gentle,
    If it blows let the breeze be warm.
    Let the winter of life be kind,
    Provide shelter and keep him from harm.

    Please Lord, if he must suffer,
    Give the pain and hurting to me.
    He has been through life's raging waters,
    As only a man's dog can be.

    He doesn't deserve to be hurting,
    He has lived a hard and long time.
    I hope as he leaves he'll be knowing,
    Your love, as he has always known mine.

    I raised him, Lord, from a puppy,
    We have followed some rough rocky trails.
    Please Lord, make this last trail gentle,
    As he comes to where love never fails.


    Louis A. Carle

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    Field trial labradors, the wind beneath my wings,

    sometimes poop under my boots.

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    Field trial labradors, the wind beneath my wings,

    sometimes poop under my boots.

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    The old girl felt her worn and tired muscles relax and her pain dissolve.

    She drew in a long, soft breath and relaxed a little more as the familiar, loving scent of her people, filled her lungs. Memories of them rushed through her brain and warmed her heart.

    "A collage of happy images and tender days."

    She felt their soft touches against her fur. Their hands sent a tactile message of their gratitude and their love. She felt the warmth atop her head and neck and blinked and saw their faces streaked with tears.

    "Don't cry for me or feel sad."

    She heard them as she shut her eyes. They said her name and the "good girl" words, through their pain and sorrow. In her mind, her tail wagged to tell them that she heard. And understood.

    "Good bye, my Hearts."

    She is standing in a meadow, near a stream. The sky is fiercely blue. She hears the song of many birds and smells the growing grass. Her legs are strong. Her eyes are clear. She begins to walk toward a brightly colored bridge, far off on the horizon, but pauses for a moment and looks back.

    "Thank you. Until the day we walk together once again."

    She turns and wags her thick strong tail and runs. And runs.

    2000 Walt Zientek
    Field trial labradors, the wind beneath my wings,

    sometimes poop under my boots.

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    My personal favorite:

    Old Dog In A Locket

    Old dog in a locket
    That lays next to my heart
    I will always love you
    As I did right from the start.

    You were right beside me
    Through the darkest of my days
    It was your kind and gentle nature
    That made me want to stay.

    Now I hold you in my arms
    Your breath still warm against my hand
    Our hearts still beat together
    And I wonder if you understand.

    Through the hours that I held you
    Before the light did leave your soul
    I knew a way to keep you
    Forever in my hold.

    I snipped the hair from around your eyes
    So I would always see
    The beauty that surrounds me
    Even in times of need.

    I snipped the hair from around your ears
    So I would always hear
    Music in the distance
    To quiet any fears.

    I snipped the hair from across your back
    To bring me strength in time of need
    And the power of your essence
    Would always be with me.

    I snipped the hair from around your heart
    That beat in time with mine
    So I would know that love would find me
    At some distant time.

    And so, your life slipped out of mine
    On a quiet Spring like day
    But I knew that a part of you
    Was always here to stay.

    Old dog in a locket
    That lays next to my heart
    I will always love you
    Even though we had to part.

    Heidi Stamm

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    "Eulogy on the Dog" One of the most famous speeches, ever made by the late Senator George G. Vest, of Missouri, was made in the course of a trial of a man, who wantonly shot a dog belonging to a neighbor. Senator Vest represented the plaintiff, who demanded $200.00 damages. When Senator Vest finished speaking, the Jury, after two minutes deliberation, awarded the plaintiff the sum of $500.00

    The full text of the speech follows:

    - Gentlemen of the Jury: The best friend a man may have in this world may turn against him, and become his enemy. His son, or his daughter that he has reared with loving care, may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name, may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has, he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it most. A man's reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honor when success is with us, may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads.

    The one unselfish friend that a man can have, in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful, or treacherous, is his dog.

    A man's dog, stands by him in prosperity, and in poverty-in health, and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master's side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer; he will lick the sores and wounds that come encounter with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master, as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love, as the sun is in its journey through the heavens.

    If fortune drives his master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege, than that of accompanying him to guard against danger, to fight against his enemies, and when the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in it's embrace, and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all friends pursue their way, there by his graveside, will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open in alter watchfulness, faithful and true, even unto death.
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    Lydia

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    IF I SHOULD GROW FRAIL

    If it should be that I grow frail and weak
    And pain does keep me from my sleep,
    Then will you do what must be done
    for this - the last battle -can't be won.

    You will be sad I understand
    But don't let grief then stay your hand.
    For on this day, more than the rest
    Your love and friendship must stand the test.

    We have had so many happy years,
    You wouldn't want me to suffer so.
    When the time comes, please, let me go.

    Take me to where my needs they'll tend,
    Only, stay with me till the end.
    And hold me firm and speak to me
    Until my eyes no longer see.

    I know in time you will agree
    It is a kindness you do to me.
    Although my tail its last has waved,
    From pain and suffering I have been saved.

    Don't grieve that it must now be you
    Who has to decide this thing to do.
    We've been so close - we two -these years,
    Don't let your heart hold any tears.

    (author unknown)
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    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 your voice is the world's sweetest music, 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. I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. Though you had no home, I would rather follow you thru 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, beloved master, should the 'Great Master' 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.



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    How can anyone have a dry eye after reading those tributes. I have a puppy I have to PTS tomorrow. I have never had to face this. They tell me even if he has surgery, he will probably still be in pain for the rest of his life and that's not fair to him. He's a good puppy, an affectionate puppy, and loves to run and play and retrieve and his feathers. When you pick him up and hold him and he relaxes he quivers and you hear little whines and I think he is in pain now. I have gotten 2 second opinions and they all agree from personal experiences in trying to fix them. Although it's very sad to lose our older dogs, it will be hard to do also.

    The Last Battle
    If it should be that I grow frail and weak,
    And pain should keep me from my sleep,
    then you must do what must be done
    For this, the last battle, can't be won.

    You will be sad, I understand,
    Don't let the grief then stay your hand,
    For this day more than all the rest
    Your love and friendship stand the test.

    We've had so many happy years,
    What is to come can hold no fears.
    You'd not want me to suffer so;
    When the time comes, please let me go.

    Take me where my needs they'll tend
    And stay with me, if you can, to the end.
    Hold me firm and speak to me
    Until my eyes no longer see.

    I know in time, you will see,
    It is a kindness you do for me.
    Although my tail its last was waved,
    From pain and suffering I've been saved.

    Don't grieve that it should be you,
    Who must decide this thing to do,
    We've been so close, we two, these years;
    Don't let your heart hold any tears.

    Smile, for we walked together for a little while.
    Nancy P



    "We give dogs time we can spare, space we can spare and love we can spare. And in return, dogs give us their all. It's the best deal man has ever made." M.Facklam

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