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For you, Beau:
Dear God,
Please remember these few things when taking care of
my boy.
He likes to walk back and forth in the pond, chasing
the blue gills,
watching close for you to reel in the "big one."
He will then "hold" the stringer for you. Please take
him fishing.
The lizards in the tree stumps won't be safe anymore,
so you'd better hide
the lizards.
If you put dog bones in your robes, he will "wave"
at you until
you give him one. Give him two.
His day bed is the one closest to the fireplace. If
there is a girl lying in
it he will come and rest his head on your knee until you remove her.
His bedtime is 8 pm; please help him up the stairs.
Don't leave freshly baked pies on the counter, no matter
how crippled he
becomes, he will always eat it. Blueberry is his favorite, with just a
little cinnamon.
If there is a child in the water he will bring it out,
especially if it is
having a good time. If there is a small child walking with a cracker, he
will keep the child from
overeating.
Please give him a child to follow.
Don't leave any ladders leaning against your house,
he will be found on the
roof.
I hope there is a playground nearby with lots of kids,
he will wait
his turn at the slide, and bark when he gets to the bottom.
Be careful when you spell out words like "C-A-R R-I-DE"
and "E-A-T," even
"B-U-N-N-Y." He knows how to spell, you had better be ready to follow
through.
When you take him on a trip, and stop to rest, just
tell him to "be a good
Boy," he will lift his leg whether he has to go or not. He can't "go" with a
leash on, it makes
him cough. In fact don't even show him a
leash, he will choke.
He also can't go for a walk without his Dummy in his
mouth,
He can't make it past the gate, he likes the orange one the best.
The top of his head will become pointed if you don't
kiss it often during
the day. Then his hats won't fit.
He can't sleep unless he is on the right
side of
the bed.
When you give him a marrow bone, make sure his mom
is there too, he likes to
use her back as a table and get her all slimy.
If you tell him to "stay," make sure you come back
to release him, he will
stay there for days.
During the football games, if you get a chip, he gets
a chip. He doesn't
like the nuts with the shell on them, peel them please.
If you go to the lake then stop for ice cream on the
way home, he always
gets the first lick and then the bottom of the cone too, please.
Don't use a Buoy to tie off your boat, he will spend
all afternoon trying to
drag it to shore.
If you take him camping, he has to sleep between you
and
Mrs. God, on the softest part of the foam pad.
Don't get mad at him when you come home and his head
is in the dog food bin,
He has to stretch his stomach muscles every now and then.
That's all for now God. Tell him we love him, miss
him and hope he likes the
food up there.
Author Unknown
^Beau^ has made some wonderful friends at Rainbow Bridge. This wonderful poem is courtesy of ^Frecka's^
and ^Sinbad's^ mom, Penny. It reminds me why ^Beau^ will never be forgotten.
He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds;
my other ears that hear above the winds.
He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea.
He has told me a thousand times over
that I am his reason for being;
by the way he rests against my leg;
by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile;
by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him.
(I think it makes him sick with worry
when he is not along to care for me).
When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive,
when I am angry, he clowns to make me smile.
When I am happy, he is joy unbounded.
When I am a fool, he ignores it.
When I succeed, he brags.
Without him, I am only another man.
With him, I am all-powerful.
He is loyalty itself.
He has taught me the meaning of devotion.
With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace.
He has brought me understanding
where before I was ignorant.
His head on my knee can heal my human hurts.
His presence by my side is protection
against my fears of dark and unknown things.
He has promised to wait for me....
whenever...wherever...is case I need him.
And I expect I will----as I always have.
He is just my dog.
Gene Hill
I STOOD BY YOUR BED LAST NIGHT
I stood by your bed
last night.
I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying.
You found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away
a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm
fine, I'm here
" I was close to you at breakfast, I watched
you pour the tea.
You were thinking of the many times, your
hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today.
Your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could
do more.
I was with you at my grave today.
You tend it with such care.
I want to reassure you, that I'm not lying
there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you
fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said "it's
me".
You looked so very tired, and sank into a
chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was
standing there.
It's possible for me, to be so near you everyday.
To say to you with certainty, "I never went away".
You sat very quietly, then smiled,
I think you knew In the stillness of that
evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over, I smile and watch you yawning
and say
"Goodnight, God Bless, I'll see you in the morning".
And when the time is right for you to cross
the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand
side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is
so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out then come
home to be with me.
Author Unknown
"...For if the dog be well remembered, if sometimes she leaps through your dreams actual as in life, eyes
kindling, laughing, begging, it matters not where that dog sleeps.
"On a hill where the wind is unrebuked and the trees are roaring, or beside a stream she knew in puppyhood,
or somewhere in the flatness of a pastureland where most exhilarating cattle graze. It is one to a dog, and all one to you,
and nothing is gained and nothing lost - if memory lives. But there is one best place to bury a dog.
"If you bury her in this spot, she will come to you when you call - come to you over the grim, dim frontiers
of death, and down the well-remembered path and to your side again. And though you may call a dozen living dogs to heel, they
shall not growl at her nor resent her coming, for she belongs there.
"People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by her footfall, who hear no whimper, people
who have never really had a dog. Smile at them, for you shall know something that is hidden from them.
"The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of her master....."
TO MY MOM FROM HER SUNSHINE
Before I grow too frail and weak,
And all that's left is peace in sleep,
I know you'll do what must be done,
To end this fight that can't be won.
I don't fear death as humans do,
So let me try to comfort you,
Come: let us take a quiet stroll,
And share some quietness soul to soul.
No need for words 'twixt you and I,
No need to say a last good-bye,
We've grown so close in mind and heart,
It seems so cruel that we must part.
Be sure I sense the pain you'll feel,
Without me walking at your heel,
The days will feel full of despair,
Your "Sunshine" simply won't be there.
In time the pain will slowly wane,
You'll think of me and smile again,
You'll speak with love and pride of me,
Your extra special NEWFY
Now take me where my needs they'll tend,
And stay there with me till the end,
Hold me close with soft good-byes,
'Till life's bright light has left my eyes.
The final sound I need to hear,
Is your soft voice upon my ear,
Your loving face will fade and dim,
As the rush of heaven closes in.
Author Unkown
HEAVEN'S DOGGY DOOR
My best friend closed his eyes last night,
As his head was in my hand.
The doctors said he was in pain,
And it was hard for him to stand.
The thoughts that scurried through my head,
As I cradled him in my arms.
Were of his younger, puppy years,
And oh...his many charms.
Today, there was no gentle nudge,
With an intense "I love you gaze".
Only a heart that's filled with tears,
Remembering our joy filled days.
But an Angel just appeared to me,
And he said "You should cry no more,
GOD also loves our canine friends,
HE's installed a "doggy door"!!!
Jan Cooper '95
A LIVING LOVE
If you ever love an animal, there are three
days in your
life you will always remember...
The first is a day, blessed with happiness,
when you
bring home your young new friend. You may have spent
weeks deciding on a breed. You may have asked
numerous
opinions of many vets, or done long research in finding
a breeder.
Or perhaps in a fleeting
moment, you may have just
chosen that silly looking mutt in a shelter - simply
because something in
its eyes reached your heart.
But when you bring that chosen pet home, and watch it
explore,
and claim its special place in your hall or
front room - and when you feel it brush against you for
the
first time - it instills a felling of pure love you
will carry with you through the many years to come.
The second day will occur eight or
nine or ten years
later. It will be a day like any other. Routine and
unexceptional. But, for a surprising
instant, you will
look at you longtime friend and see age where you once
saw youth.
You will see
slow deliberate steps where you once saw
energy. And you will see sleep when you once saw
activity. So you
will begin to adjust your friend's diet -
and you may add a pill or two to her food.
And you may feel a growing uneasy feeling on
and off until the third
day finally arrives.
On this day - if your friend and whatever
higher being
you believe in have not decided for you, then you will
be faced with making a decision of your
own - on the
behalf of your lifelong friend, and with the guidance of
your own deepest Spirit. But whichever
way your friend
eventually leaves you - you will feel as alone as a
single star in the dark night.
If
you are wise, you will let the tears flow as freely
and as often as they must. And if you are typical, you
will
find that not many in your circle of family or
friends will be able to understand your grief, or comfort you.
But
if you are true to the love of the pet you cherished
through the many joy filled years, you may find that a
soul
- a bit smaller in size than your own - seems to
walk with you at times, during the lonely days to come.
And
at moments when you least expect anything out of the
ordinary to happen, you may feel something brush against
you
leg - very, very lightly.
And looking down at the place where your dear, perhapsdearest,
friend used to lie - you will remember
those
three significant days. The memory will most likely to
be painful, and leave an ache in your heart.
As time
passes the ache will come and go as if it has
a life of
its own. You will both reject it and embrace it, and it
may confuse you. If you reject it, it
will depress you.
If you embrace it, it will deepen you. Either
way, it
will still be an ache.
But there will be, I assure you, a fourth day
when -
along with the memory of your pet - and piercing
through
the heaviness in your heart - there will come a realization that
belongs only to you.
It will be as
unique and strong as our relationship with
each animal we have loved and lost. This realization
takes the
form of a Living Love - like the heavenly
scent of a rose that remains after the petals have
wilted, this
Love will remain and grow - and be there
for us to remember. It is a love we have earned. It is
the legacy our pets leave us when they go.
And
it is a gift we may keep with us as long as we live.
It is a Love which is ours alone. And until we ourselves
leave,
perhaps to join our Beloved Pets -
it is a Love we will always possess.
by Martin Scot Kosins
To My Dear Family
Some things I'd like to say,
But first of all to let you know
That I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from Heaven
Where I dwell with God above,
Where there's no more tears or sadness
There is just eternal love.
Please
do not be unhappy
Just because I'm out of sight,
Remember
that I'm with you
Every morning, noon and night.
That
day I had to leave you
When my life on Earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me
And He said I welcome you.
It's good to have you back again
You were missed while you were gone,
As for your dearest family
They'll be here later on.
I need you
here so badly
As part of My big plan,
There's so much that we have to do
To help our mortal man.
Then God gave
me a list of things
He wished for me to do,
And foremost on that list of mine
Is to watch and care for you.
And I
will be beside you
Every day and week and year,
And when
you're sad I'm standing there
To wipe away the tear.
And when you
lie in bed at night
The days chores put to flight,
God and I are closest to you
In the middle of the night.
When you think of my life on Earth
And all those loving years,
Because you're only human
They are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry
It does relieve the pain,
Remember
there would be no flowers
Unless there was some rain.
I wish
that I could tell you
Of all that God has planned,
But if I were to tell you
You wouldn't understand.
But one
thing is for certain
Though my life on Earth is o're,
I am closer to you now
Than I ever was before.
And to my very
many friends
Trust God knows what is best,
I'm still not far away from you
I'm just beyond the crest.
There
are rocky roads ahead of you
And many hills to climb,
But together we can do it
Taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy
And I'd like it for you, too,
That as you give unto the world
So the world will give to you.
If you can help somebody
Who is in sorrow or in pain,
Then you can say to God at night
My day was not in vain.
And now I am contented
That my life it was worthwhile.
Knowing as I passed along the way
I made somebody smile.
So if you meet somebody
Who is down and feeling low,
Just lend
a hand to pick him up
As on your way you go.
When you are
walking down the street
And you've got me on your mind,
I'm walking in your footsteps
Only half a step behind.
And when
you feel the gentle breeze
Or the wind upon your face,
That's me giving you a great big hug
Or just a soft embrace
And when it's time for you to go
From that body to be free,
Remember you're not going
You are coming here to me.
And
I will always love you
From that land way up above,
Will be
in touch again soon
P.S. God sends his love.
Author Unknown
To Love Again
Oh,
what unhappy twist of fate
has brought you homeless
to my gate?
The gate where once another stood
to beg for shelter, warmth and food.
For from that
day, I ceased to be
the master of my destiny,
while she with bark and velvet paw
became within my
house the law.
She slept on furniture and shed,
and claimed the middle of my bed.
She ruled in arrogance
and pride,
and broke my heart the day she died.
So if you really think, my friend,
I'd willingly relive
all that again,
because you come forlorn and thin -
Well, don't just stand there...
Come on in!
Author unknown
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Rainbow Bridge
Just this
side of Heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially
close to someone here,
that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special
friends
so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine
and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill
and old are restored to health and vigour;
those
who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again,
just as we remember
them in our dreams of days and time gone by.
The
animals are happy and content, except for one small thing:
they each miss
someone very special, someone who was left behind.
They all run and play together,
but the day comes when one suddenly stops
and looks into the distance.
His bright eyes are intent; his eager body begins
to quiver.
Suddenly, he breaks from the group,
flying over the green grass, faster
and faster.
You have been spotted,
and when you and your special friend finally
meet,
you cling together in joyous reunion,
never to be parted again.
The happy kisses rain upon your face;
your hands again caress the beloved head,
and you look once more into those trusting eyes,
so long gone from your life,
but never absent from your heart.
Then
you cross the Rainbow Bridge together...
*Author Unknown*
A Glimpse of the Rainbow Bridge
Was it today; yesterday; a week; a month ago?
There are no days; there are no nights since my
furchild died.
I reach to pet my furry friend who is no longer
here.
My heart is broken; my arms are empty;
how many tears I've cried.
I leave the house, into the lane we always walked
together.
The rain is falling. I notice not.
Just more tears on my face.
She used to lead me down the lane.
Her spirit leads me still.
But we go a different way to a very strange and
different place.
I stand before a rustic bridge I've never seen before.
I stop. I know I'm not to cross.
But why, I want to know.
And then the rain
suddenly stops.
I look up into the clouds. I look down.
The bridge is gone and in its place is a rainbow.
I
look across the Rainbow Bridge and see a joyful sight;
Thousands of healthy furchildren playing with my beloved pet.
I want to run and love her, but I'm rooted to the spot.
She looks and wags her tail and I hear her bark,
"Not yet."
And then her bark turns to a voice and I hear her say,
"You cared for me, you played with me
and loved me to the end.
I'm healthy now, don't cry for me.
I'll meet you here again.
Others need your love and care.
I'm sending you a friend."
I rub my eyes
and the rainbow is again a rustic bridge.
I send a prayer for that quick glimpse to the loving
God above.
I hear a noise and glance back down.
I can't believe my eyes.
Across the bridge, my darling pet sent a furbaby
for me to love.
I pick up the furry bundle, hold her close to my dampened cheek.
She nuzzles my neck, kisses my tears.
It's
true love at first sight.
Not to replace the one who's gone;
another who needs my love and care.
My eyes are drawn upward
to see a Rainbow Bridge in radiating light.
Jean L. Mowry-Everett
The First Wing Day
Normally, a day at the Rainbow Bridge is filled with lots of joy and
laughter. All the Bridgekids gather together and share stories of their wonderful lives, and memories of the loved ones they
had to leave behind on earth. For the novice angels (those in residence for less than a year) there is one day, unlike any
other - The First Wing Day. (The anniversary of the day they
earned their wings.)
You see, our angels know how difficult this day will be, for the loving
Parents they had to leave behind. On this particular day - June 12, 1999 - ^Whisper^ (a Samoyed) experienced his very first
"Wing Day". Ohhhh, he was so sad. He knew how much his Mom was hurting without him beside her. He didn't know what to do,
or how he could help. He went over to speak with ^Dino^, a beautiful black and white kitty, who was one of the senior furangels
in residence. Whisp said: "Dino, look at Mom..... she is so sad. Look at her crying. What can I do?" Dino, with an understanding
smile, and a twinkle in his eyes said: "It's okay Whisp. Mom will be alright."
Whisper was inconsolable. Today was his first Wing Day. He had always
heard how special it was supposed to be. Heartbroken, he wandered off to be alone. Dino turned to the others and winked. Valentine,
Nonie, Poosinka, Powder Puff, Missy, and Bloucher all smiled, as they watched Dino follow Whisper. (They knew what was about
to happen.) "Hey Whisp, wait up!" Dino yelled. "Oh, Hi Dino." Whisper replied, "I just felt like being alone today."
"But, don't you know what day it is?" Dino asked. "Yeah, that's why
I'm so sad. I want to be with Mom."Putting his paw on Whisper's shoulder, Dino said: "It's okay. Mom will be all right. Come
with me, I want to show you something."
Together, Dino and Whisper walked down a long and winding path. It
was absolutely beautiful, but so far away from all the other angels. Whisper didn't know what Dino was up to, but he curiously
followed anyway. Around the final bend, the magnificent edge of the Rainbow Bridge appeared. Whisper's eyes and tail perked
up - for the first time that day! Together, they climbed high up the colorful arch of the Rainbow Bridge. At the very top,
Dino stopped, pointing his paw toward a cloud down below, and said: "Do you see that big silver cloud over there? Watch closely
kid, and fill your heart with love."
As Whisper gazed into the silver cloud, thinking of the love he has
for his Mom, it began to swirl - round and round it went. Gradually, it began to come into clear focus. "Hey Dino, look at
that - IT'S HOME!!! IT'S OUR HOUSE!! Look - there's Striker running around OUR yard! Wow.... he can see us.... he's barking...
he's calling Mom!! THERE'S MOM!!! OH MY GOSH, IT'S MOM!! Come on Dino, hurry up..... she sees me!!! HURRY..... let's go get
Mom!!! Look how happy she is! COME ON!!!! "Not just yet Whisper," Dino said, "It's not her time. Mom is not ready to join
us yet. She has a lot more things to do, before she can come. It'll happen, in time. This Silver Bridge-cloud was your first
Wing Day gift. It's your glimpse into tomorrow. The reunion will
come. It's a promise. Happy 1st Wing-Day Whisper. Come on kid, let's
go..... it's time to join the others." Whisper did not want to leave this magical place. He could see how happy Mom was, when
their eyes met. He said: "Wait Dino, wait!" as he turned and ran back to the top of the arch. Whisper yelled: "I love you
Mom! I'll be waiting. I will look forward to tomorrow, for
that will be OUR Heaven."
Just then, the silver cloud began to blur. Whisper
smiled from ear to ear - as he turned and looked toward
Dino. This was a smile that would last an entire year until his next
Wing Day Anniversary. Whisper reluctantly followed Dino down the arch, checking over his shoulder for one last glimpse of
Mom, and the beautiful vision of the future. At the base of the Rainbow, they found the others waiting for their return. (You
could hear all the angels giggling, because they knew what just occurred!) Dino asked: "It is time?" Bloucher nodded, "Yes,
a new angel is coming."
Just then, as Whisper turned to see what all the excitement was about......
a new little Lhasa angel (clumsily flapping his new wings) appeared. His name was `Mo. He was very sad and confused, because
he didn't want to leave his Mom behind on earth. Whisper happily bounced over to the newest angel, `Mo and said: "Hey `Mo
Welcome! You're gonna love it up here. And boy, do I have something really awesome to show you in a year!"
Snopaw's Whisper of Airebis June 16, 1984 - June 12, 1998
Written by ^`Mo^ and ^Whisper^. 2nd, and 4th year Bridge Residents.
Note: This was written specifically for ^Beau^.
I am eternally grateful to the author (s) for their continued support. They will never really know how special this
is to me and our ^Beau^. I am humbled by their efforts to do something so special. I will never be able to
thank them enough.
On ^Beau's^ First Wing Day....
As ‘Mo arrived at the place called Rainbow Bridge he looked
around…….so sad, so bewildered. It was just as his Mom had told him……beautiful and serene. But this
is not where ‘Mo wanted to be………his Mom still needed him beside her. As she held him so close to her,
his last few minutes with her on earth……he remembered her voice……."It’s okay ‘Mo, go to
the Bridge. I’ll be okay……find the Bridge." But he could hear the screams in her heart…….and
could hear it shattering into a million pieces…….each piece to become a tear that she would shed over the next
year and beyond.
Just then a magnificent, furry white angel appeared in front of him.
"Hi ‘Mo, I’m Whisper…….I’ve been waiting for you." "You don’t even know me. How could
you have been waiting for me?", ‘Mo asked. "You’ll understand in time, my friend. But for now let me show you
around. I know this huge shady tree……..the perfect place for you to wait for the day when your Mom comes for you.
And try not to worry so much. My Mom is taking care of your Mom……..that’s how it goes."
As the first year passed, ‘Mo lay under the huge tree………remembering.
He knew that his Mom was in the struggle of her life. He knew that when he left……that she wanted to go, too. He
knew she was unable to tell anyone of the pain in her heart. Why, she couldn’t even speak his name out loud! "Whisp,
what am I going to do? How can I help my Mom of me for 14 years. She needs me now more than she ever did in our life together
on earth." With the wisdom learned by helping his own Mom through her journey of grief and sorrow, Whisp answered calmly,
"Talk to her ‘Mo, just talk to her. I promise you, she will hear you……..they always do." And ‘Mo talked……..he
sent words of love and comfort to his Mom as she wept for the forever baby she knew she couldn’t live without. And ‘Mo’s
Mom heard each and every word…….and she wrote them on paper……and she shared them with other Bridgemoms
who felt just as she did.
And slowly, ever so slowly the agony in her heart became a tribute
to ‘Mo……her forever baby. On ‘Mo’s 1st Wing Day, Whisper came to him again. "It’s time
‘Mo……come with me. I have something to show you." And once again Whisper climbed the colorful arch of Rainbow
Bridge……but this time he led a sad little Lhasa, knowing that ‘Mo would feel the same wonder that he felt
that first time he had made the trip with Dino. As ‘Mo gazed into the very cloud that Whisp had looked into on his First
Wing Day…….he too, saw his Mom, his house…….and Stoley, the Lhasa that had come to stay with her just
three and a half months before. ‘Mo’s Mom wasn’t laughing…..and she wasn’t exactly as she had
been before he had left her behind……..but yes, she was okay! For the first time in a year…….’Mo
smiled. He knew that his Mom had heard him……..and understood that as badly as she wanted to go with him……that
she had to wait…………..
Just 8 days before ‘Mo’s 1st Wing Day, a new angel had
arrived at Rainbow Bridge. Whisp and ‘Mo knew that his special angel would need their help. And they knew that their
Moms would look out for this angel's Mom……because that’s how it goes. As the new angel appeared, ‘Mo
and Whisp looked at each other in amazement. Oh, this new angel was simply magnificent! So big, so beautiful. A jet black,
handsome fellow…… ‘Mo and Whisp made their way through the crowd of Bridgekids who were gathered to greet
this new angel.
"Welcome Beauregard Sumner…….we’ve been waiting
for you………….."
Kaz’s Golden Gizmo May 13, 1986 – July 18, 2000
Snowpaw’s Whisper of Airebis June 16, 1984 – June 12,
1998
Moonfleet’s Beauregard Sumner April 14, 1992 – July 10,2001
It's Just A Dog
If it were my brother, I'd find an allergist
to help him with his allergies,
no matter the cost.
But they tell me; it's just a dog.
If it were my sister, I'd find the best
laser eye surgeon so she could see
again, no matter the cost.
But they tell me; it's just a dog.
If it were my mother, I'd hire a staff of
oncologists for the cancer that is
stealing her away from me, no matter the cost.
But they tell me; it's just a dog.
If it were my father, I'd find the best
orthopedic surgeon to enable him to walk
again, no matter the cost.
But they tell me; it's just a dog.
If it were my husband, I'd hire every medical
professional necessary to put him
back together after that terrible accident that almost took him away, no matter
the
cost.
But they tell me; it's just a dog.
If it were my child, I wouldn't skimp on
dental care, no matter the cost.
But they tell me; it's just a dog.
If it were my best friend, I would go with
her to the doctor, every day that she
needed me to help her through the worst pains in her life, taking off work if
necessary
and putting my own needs aside, no matter the cost.
But they tell me; it's just a dog.
If any member of my family were dying, at
that moment I would pull out all the
stops and do whatever was in my power to save their life, no matter the cost.
But
they tell me; it's just a dog.
Just a dog.
Just my friend.
Just
my family.
Please...my dog..no matter the cost..
Author: Nancy Campbell
Only
The Best
A heart of gold stopped beating,
two shining eyes at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove,
He only takes the best.
God knows you had to leave us,
but you did not go alone.
For part of us went with you,
the day He took you home.
To some you are
forgotten,
to others just part of the past.
But to us who loved and lost you,
the memory
will always last.
Parnell's photo album and other pictures...
Don't miss our pet photo album. More fun pics!
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