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The boy cheered the puppy as he chased down a stick and he started to giggle as his face he would lick. They ran and they jumped and they played for so long that before they both knew it the whole day was gone. Then without any warning the boy whose heart broke found a reason for saying these words that he spoke: We will always be friends and together we'll play. And the boy was now happy - though he still remained poor for he had a new friend, someone to care for. You see riches and power are fine things indeed, but for a broken heart that is not what you need.

The angel was wise, for he knew in the end how to mend a broken heart with the touch of a friend. Is there a place in Heaven Where dog companions go Before I'd want to go there I'd really need to know. A being pure of spirit And a being without sin Is surely one that should be there But does God let him in? The theologians argue A soul is what they lack But one who's always there for you Should be given something back I could not face eternity Without paws and tails And if that's what religion thinks Then that is where it fails I hope God doesn't let me down I'm sure He knows their worth For we who have been loved by them Have Heaven here on Earth!

Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still would live no other way. We cherish memory as the only certain immortality, never fully understanding the necessary plan. His gentle breath enfolds you and he watches with those eyes. He may not have a PhD, but he is oh, so wise! His head rests on your shoulder. You embrace him oh, so tight. He puts your world in balance, and makes it seem all right. Your tears will soon stop flowing.

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The garbage has been lifted, and you're quiet and at peace. So when you need the balance from circumstances in your day, the best therapy that you can seek is out there eating hay! Remembering creates appreciation and gratitude — two of the most wondrous salves for your sorrows. People sometimes think that they will feel better by denying their grief and refusing to remember what has caused it.

In some cases and at certain times, that may be true. As your life continues to demand that you support yourself, care for others, and be out and about in the world, you may need to place your memories on hold. But grief is like a bill collector: You can delay facing it, but if you do so for too long, it will come to meet you at your front door.

Grief will have its day, whether you consciously allow it to or not. So it is in your best interest to heal the wounds of grief with remembrance. Refusing to remember can cause bitterness, pain, and anger to appear to fade away. But buried grief lies in wait and pounces unexpectedly. Buried grief casts an invisible veil of sadness over every future relationship. It whispers that to love means to suffer. It convinces you that life offers nothing but despair.

The dammed-up river of unresolved grief makes it easier for each subsequent loss to burst through your defenses. With organic grieving, you will not bury your grief. Instead, you will allow the rhythms of your emotions to ebb and flow naturally. By giving yourself the gift of remembering your animal companion, grief will seep back into and enrich the soil of your life instead of creating poisonous wells of unresolved sadness inside you.

An Animal Companion Memorial Kit www. Take time to enjoy them and learn from them. As painful as it is to lose them, they teach us to love unselfishly, they teach us to live each day to the fullest, they teach us to grow old gracefully, and they teach us to die with dignity. We do them disrespect to focus only on the sorrow of their death when they have given us so much joy through their life. If we wish to honor them, take what they have given us, all that love, and give it back to another animal in need of help.

Greenough The wind of heaven is that which blows between a horse's ears. At the same time, our heads thrust forward as we listen to the whispers of Sister Wind. Creation and destruction are the two faces of healing. Horses know this to be true. We watch as Mother Earth grows new life and embraces the dead in her arms. We stand silently as Sister Wind blows away sadness and takes whatever has become precious. Horses carry wisdom about healing in their hearts. We give it to any humans who have the humility to hear us.

And we ask for very little in return. Divine Messengers of Hope www. Forever since you left my side, but oh! How your memory lingers on. That last day — it broke my heart The pain so hard to bear. But you seemed ready, all set to go To another life — elsewhere. The love we shared, the fun we had Will be cherished forever — in me. So thanks again, my faithful friend I'll try not to be so sad But treasure the walks, the games, the love And the brilliant time we had. Death, our pets teach us, is necessary for new life to appear, both for our pets and eventually, for us too.

Intense feelings of loss can come from the ending of a marriage by separation or divorce. A move can produce feelings of grief. Loss of a body part or body function. Loss of dignity and respect. Loss of a pet. One of the most difficult counseling situations I ever had involved Jonathan whose seeing-eye dog of ten years, Angel, died. Angel was Jonathan's live-in partner, his dearest family member, his closest work associate, his trusted servant, his most faithful friend, an actual extension of himself, a literal part of his being -- his eyes.

When Angel died, all of that was lost. It hurt so to see him in such pain, He could not even stand. The thoughts that raced around my head As I held him in my arms Were of his younger playful years, And his oh so many charms. Years before my sons begged for a pet, So what was this mom to do?

They would not let me dare forget Until their wish came true. Now anyone who knows me Knows that it wasn't only them Who longed to have a dog to love, To bring such joy again. And so on Independence Day in , Dudley and Buster brought such happiness Into our home and to our lives. How we felt doubly blessed! But an Angel just appeared to me And said, "You should cry no more; Dudley's romping with your father And beloved pets who've gone before. I have options you can see. Though we're burying him in our backyard, It's in my heart he'll always be.

So I like to think of Dudley Walking 'round the clouds with ease As my father whistles by his side, Now both in eternal peace. And when one of us is gone And one is left to carry on Well then remembering will have to do Our memories alone will get us through Think about the days of me and you Of you and me against the world. You can shed tears that she is gone or you can smile because she lived.

You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back or you can open your eyes and see all she's left. Your heart can be empty because you can't see her or you can be full of the love you shared. You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.

You can remember her and only that she's gone or you can cherish her memory and let it live on. You can cry and lose your mind, be empty and turn your back or you can do what she'd want: Each day they teach us little lessons in trust and steadfast affection. Whatever heaven may be, there's surely a place in it for friends as good as these. You will not see me, so you must have faith. I wait the time when we can soar together again, both aware of each other. Until then, live your life to the fullest. Come dream with me for a while as you linger In the sweet reverie of memories of you and me The days so swiftly passing and time that stops for no one.

Come dream with me of youthful follies Running, jumping, chasing, climbing, a constant whirlwind of motion Smiles of exasperation lost in love. Come dream with me all curled up on the couch My head resting next to yours, the rumbling purr changing to whispers of breathing As sleep overcomes us lying there. Come dream with me of the times when no one else seems to understand A torment of tears and I appear to stay beside you, your grateful hand caressing me I dare not move until calm is restored.

Come dream with me of talks at mealtime Your dinner always looks better, a loud "Meow! Come dream with me in your sorrow The years though passing quickly do not diminish who we are, you and me I remain always in that special chamber of your heart. Come dream with me forever in a place Where tears and pain have no welcome, where joyful and glorious adventures await us Sweet reverie surrounding as we dream together.

In tribute to Mercedes, Stinky and Simon — three extraordinary cats who blessed me with their antics, their uniqueness and their love. Our culture tells us that an animal companion is an engaging toy, and that our grief over its death is alarming and ill-paced. And our culture is just flat wrong. As a survivor of advanced cancer myself, I believe that the love and comfort of animals in great measure graced me with recovery. This being the case, I would not be one to take kindly to any cultural diminishment of our relationship with 'the other. Animals are more to us than we know.

Their partnership with us is a holy one that endures across a lifetime and possibly beyond. Carmack If you can go through life without experiencing pain, you probably haven't been born yet. Your whiskers tickle my wrist, My hand enjoys the cool silkiness of your fur, As you saunter past To settle against the curve of my legs, Then ever so quietly, methodically, you begin to purr.

To the keeper of my peace and contentment As we both. Evidence for the Survival of Animals After Death 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 to 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 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 -- in case I need him. And I expect I will, as I always have. He's just my dog. He painted a sign advertising the pups and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a little boy. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer.

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Is that enough to take a look? And with that he let out a whistle. Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly, followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight. As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up.

The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer he said, "You see, sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands. If we were, we wouldn't abide the scratches on the door-frame, the holes in the screen, the darkened shine of worn spots on the chair.

We would wince at the mottled carpet and fret at the hair clinging to our clothes. If anything, we lovers of dogs are a tolerant lot, finding greater value in the unabashed affection of our friend than immaculate sofas. Shoes can be replaced, but heroic retrievers are timeless. Without dogs, our homes are cold receptacles for things. Dogs make a fire warmer with their curled presence. They wake us, greet us, protect us, and ultimately carve a place in our hearts and in our history.

On reflection, our lives are often referenced in parts defined by the all-too-short lives of our dogs. May your whiskers be ruffled by only pleasant breezes, May your bowls be filled with tuna and sweet cream, May your dreams be blessed with legions of mice, And most of all, May you forever purr in peace. Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me learn. 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 the sound of your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.

Please take me inside when it is cold and wet, for I am a domesticated animal, no longer accustomed to bitter elements. I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting beneath your feet beside the hearth. Keep my pan filled with fresh water for 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 friend, when I am very old, and I no longer enjoy good health, hearing and sight, do not make heroic efforts to keep me going. I'm not having any fun. Please see that my trusting life is taken gently. I shall leave this earth knowing with the last breath I draw that my fate was always safest in your hands. You were so small and cuddly with your tiny paws and soft fur. You bounced around the room with your eyes flashing and ears flopping.

Once in a while you'd let out a little yelp just to let me know this was your territory. Making a mess of the house and chewing on everything in sight became a passion and when I scolded you, you just put your head down and looked up at me with those innocent eyes as if to say," I'm Sorry, but I'll do it again as soon as you're not looking. When I had a tough day at work, you would be waiting for me with your tail wagging just to say, "Welcome home! When I sat down to watch T. You never asked for anything more than to have me pat your head so you could go to sleep with your head over my leg.

As you got older, you moved around more slowly. Then one day, old age finally took its toll, and you couldn't stand on those wobbly legs anymore. I knelt down and patted you lying there, trying to make you young again. You just looked up at me as if to say you were old and tired and that after all of these years of not asking for anything, you had to ask me to do one last favor.

With tears in my eyes, I drove you one last time to the vet. One last time you were lying next to me. For some strange reason you were able to stand up in the animal hospital. Perhaps it was your sense of pride. Thank you for taking care of me. Part mischief, but all blessing, And faithful to the end! You look at me with eyes of love; You never hold a grudge.

You think I'm far too wonderful To criticize or judge. It seems your greatest joy in life Is being close to me. I think God knew how comforting Your warm, soft fur would be. I know you think you're human, But I'm glad it isn't true. The world would be a nicer place If folks were more like you! A few short years are all we have; One day we'll have to part. But you, my pet, will always have A place within my heart.

Rascal came into my life soft and gentle, so small I put him inside my coat to keep him from the cold, until we got him home. The nights he spent in the back room, behind a barricade to protect him and his new home. We all know how puppies are! He cried, this little guy, until he cried himself to sleep. Okay, you guessed it! After that, I slept on the couch with my hand resting on his tiny body. Everyone loved him right away; it was so easy to do. What energy he had! He never tired of playing. His first ball was twice his size but he managed to kill it and drag it all over the yard.

What a sight to see!

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He must have been confused until he finished "house training. I'd swoop him up and run to the closest door and down into the yard where he would calmly do his "business" and wait to get carried up the steps again. He had a dozen or so toys, which never seemed to last very long. Usually he chewed them until they were all gone. Even if he already had one clutched in his mouth, as he usually did, he'd spit it out, like those old PEZ candy dispensers, and quickly fetch your choice.

And he loved the game so. When he was ready he'd drop it at your feet so you could throw it. And start all over again. Drove my husband crazy, but I understood. He quickly became my guardian. Not my guard dog, you understand, but my guardian. I was as much to him as he was to me And I never knew such peace of mind. And oh, my, he was so happy to see me when I came home from somewhere, and I never knew such pure love. He followed me everywhere, and I mean everywhere! I gave up shutting the bathroom door, just so he wouldn't knock it off its hinges with his snout.

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He would then extend his great big old paw and expect me to make body contact. This was a ritual, not to be broken or taken lightly. You know, it may sound odd, but he tried so very hard to hold your hand. Not to just give his paw to you but. He'd run and chase the ball and sometimes even give it to you to throw again.

He'd leap from the deck and down the drive and back again in a flash. But not this time. This time my heart skipped a beat. The last time, he had trouble getting up and down. He'd had medical problems over six of his nine, almost ten years. Skin infections mostly, sometimes his ears. Lumps and bumps that appeared and disappeared. But this time, something wasn't "right. I called the vet Monday morning and was able to get an appointment that night. We sat in the waiting room and watched the other dogs and cats come and go.

Then it was our turn. My husband and I took him into the examining room. But he didn't impress me this time. This time he broke my heart. My Rascal was ill, very ill. In my heart I knew, I knew when he looked at me after he couldn't make the jump. I cried on the way home from the mountains. I cried on the way to the vet. I cried harder on the ride home. No medicine would help, not this time. How could I decide? How could I not decide? This is too fast! I knew, but I wasn't ready, not yet! The vet turned to me and said, "You knew when you brought him in, didn't you? How can you ask me to do this to him?

The first shot slowed him down and he got a little woozy. Rascal left my side, soft and gentle, so large I put my coat over him to keep him from the cold, until he got home. I cried then, as I am crying now, as I have cried so many times since then. Someone sent me a card with the Rainbow Bridge poem; it was and is the only thing that brings me any consolation. If you have never shared a special animal's love and affection, I pity you.

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It's just a dog, you say, but oh, you are so wrong. When my time comes and after I get to meet up with all of my loved ones who have gone on before me I am going to go to the Rainbow Bridge, to the field where the dogs are running and playing as when they were young and healthy.

Decisions had to be made. They had to be made quickly. An issue, not often addressed here, is the fact that many residents really have no loved ones for whom to wait. Think of the pups who lived and died in hideous puppy mills. No one on earth loved or protected them. What about the many who spent unhappy lives tied in backyards? And the ones who were abused — whom are they to wait for? We don't talk about that much up here. We share our loved ones as they arrive, and are happy to do so. But we all know there is nothing like having your very own person who thinks you are the most special pup in the Heavens.

On this particular Tuesday morning a request rang out for pups not waiting for specific persons to volunteer for special assignment. An eager, curious crowd excitedly surged forward, each pup wondering what the assignment would be. They were told by a solemn voice that unexpectedly, all at once, over loving people had left Earth long before they were ready. All the pups, as all pups do, felt the humans' pain deep in their own hearts. Without hearing more, there was a clamoring among them.

One cozy-looking fluffy pup asked hesitantly, "Are there any children coming? The larger working breeds offered to greet the police officers and make them feel at home. Little dogs volunteered to do what they do best: Dogs who had never had a kind word or a pat on the head while they were on Earth stepped forward and said, "I will love any human who needs love. And when at last He'd finished, not one was quite the same. He said, "I'll walk this world of mine and give each one a name.

When all were named upon the Earth and in the sky and sea, the little creature said, "Dear Lord, there's no name left for me. I've turned my own name back to front and called you DOG, my friend". Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim. And we take them into our homes and our hearts. They come to teach us to remember how to love. But life is fragile.

And we mourn them deeply. We feel anger, and pain, and fear. We question Deity, and wonder why. Their lives are more fragile than ours. But they leave us always with a gift. They leave us with that love they gave, that joy they sparked. Our hearts are larger for having loved them. They teach us love for a reason: Honor your special friend with kindness and love. Reach out to others in need, whether human or animal. I can think of no better gift than the love they teach us. In this way, they will truly live forever. Peter, the watchman, As he guarded the heavenly gate.

Peter long pondered, For his name and repute were at stake. Then placing the cat in his bosom With a "Whist now, and say all your prayers," He opened the heavenly portals And ascended the bright golden stairs. A little girl angel came flying, "That's my kitty, St. And, seeing the joy of their meeting, Peter let the cat angel abide.

This tale is the tale of a kitten Dwelling now with the blessed above, It vanquished grim Death and High Heaven For the name of the kitten was Love. This praise, which would be unmeaning flattery if inscribed over human ashes, is but just a tribute to the memory of Boatswain, a dog. In one winter two disastrous events happened at the same time, each of which made an impact on my life. First, a number of men were killed in a mining accident.

You guessed it — the cat! There is scarcely any comparison between the loss of human life and the end of a semi-crippled old cat. But Samantha was my cat. She was a permanent part of our history. Her loss was not an academic thing. Her loss plunged me into grief. This was my loss and at that moment, as far as I was concerned, it was the worst thing to happen in the whole world.

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Grief is like that. I have known deeper times of grief. I have held the hands of friends as they died, baptized stillborn infants, helped families decide when to disconnect life-support systems and worked with parents whose children were murdered. Each of those experiences was painful. Nevertheless, at the moment my cat died, her loss was the very worst kind of grief for me in the whole world.

Never apologize for grieving. Remind yourself as often as needed that the very worst kind of loss is always yours. Learn to acknowledge that your loss is worthy of grief. Where Do Pets Come From? It is reported that the following excerpt from the Book of Genesis was discovered in the Dead Sea Scrolls. If this is authentic, it would shed light on the question, "Where do pets come from?

Now I do not see you any more. I am lonesome here and it is difficult for me to remember how much you love me. I will create a companion for you that will be with you forever, and who will be a reflection of my love for you. Thus, you will know I love you, even when you cannot see me.

Regardless of how selfish and childish and unlovable you may be, this new companion will accept you as you are and will love you as I do, in spite of yourself. And it was a good animal. And God was pleased. And the new animal was pleased to be with Adam, and he wagged his tail. And Adam said, "But Lord, I have already named all the animals in the Kingdom and all the good names are taken and I cannot think of a name for this new one. Because I have created this new animal to be a reflection of my love for you, his name will be a reflection of my own name, and you will call him DOG.

And Adam was comforted. And Dog was content and wagged his tail. After a while, it came to pass that Adam's guardian angel came to the Lord and said, "Lord, Adam has become filled with pride. He struts and preens like a peacock and he believes he is worthy of adoration. Dog has indeed taught him that he is loved, but no one has taught him humility.

I will create for him a companion who will be with him forever and who will see him as he is. That last quote expresses and idea that I want to underscore. Sometimes, the most helpful thing we can do for ourselves is to help another person. I don't fully understand the science behind it, but I can certainly attest to an unseen strength that comes to those who reach out and lift another. Group 8 Created with Sketch. By Seth Adam Smith. Group 7 Created with Sketch. Email Created with Sketch. Group 9 Created with Sketch.

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