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Missing You
I lost a treasured friend today
The little dog who used to lay
Her gentle head upon my knee
and share her silent thoughts with me.
She'll come no longer to my call
Retrieve no more her favorite ball
A voice far greater than my own
Has called her to his golden throne.
Although my eyes are filled with tears
I thank him for the happy years
He let her spend down here with me
and for her love and loyalty.
When it is time for me to go
And join her there, this much I know
I shall not fear the transient dark
For she will greet me with her bark.
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Until you have held a tiny puppy in your arms as it kissed your face with slobbery puppy breath and felt the love,
Until you have held an injured or severely ill dog in your arms and felt their pain,
Until you have looked into the eyes of a tired, aging senior dog and felt their wisdom,
And until you have seen and understood the look in your dogs (or cats) eyes that tell you their time on earth with you is over...
and you humanely let them 'go',
You will never understand the life of a rescuer.
We find beauty in the most incomprehensible places and the otherwise homely faces.
It is our gift to see beyond the dirt, terror, sadness and defeat and find the true soul that lies within.
We are Rescue.
*Kathie Sullivan-Parkes, East Corinth, Vt*
(used with the author's permission)
Until you have held a tiny puppy in your arms as it kissed your face with slobbery puppy breath and felt the love,
Until you have held an injured or severely ill dog in your arms and felt their pain,
Until you have looked into the eyes of a tired, aging senior dog and felt their wisdom,
And until you have seen and understood the look in your dogs (or cats) eyes that tell you their time on earth with you is over...
and you humanely let them 'go',
You will never understand the life of a rescuer.
We find beauty in the most incomprehensible places and the otherwise homely faces.
It is our gift to see beyond the dirt, terror, sadness and defeat and find the true soul that lies within.
We are Rescue.
*Kathie Sullivan-Parkes, East Corinth, Vt*
(used with the author's permission)
Miss Millie, I think of you daily. It was a blessing to have you in my life for the short time that I had you. I am sorry I didn't have you longer but it was my honor to care for you the last year of your life. I miss you, my little 3.5lb spit fire! I know the cancer is gone now and you are happy and well on the other side.
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You were, no are my little girl. There is such an empty place in my heart without you. I think of you everyday, and still cry often. God truly blessed me with you, and gave you a gift to help me get over my bouts with depression. I would just sit there and be crying, and you would walk slowly, toward me. Only a couple of steps at a time, to make sure I was ok. Then finally jump on the couch, still only scooting closer to me ever so slowly. Finally laying your sweet little head on my leg. Telling me,"Mommy it will be ok." Coming from those big brown eyes. I would pick you up, turn you on your back, rock you like a baby, and sing to you. You seemed as though you loved that as much as I did. You were my heart, and I miss you dearly. I can't wait till we meet again in heaven. With all my heart, I love you. Mommy
