What an amazing story, and what a beautiful tribute to a dog who found the perfect person to share his life with. Thank you for telling Tex's moving story. I'm glad he's still with you in your dreams.
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, May 29 2012 08:19 PM
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Posted 01 June 2012 - 10:46 AM
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Posted 01 June 2012 - 12:06 PM
Beautiful tribute for a special dog. Run free, Tex.
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Posted 01 June 2012 - 03:50 PM
What a moving tribute; that you for sharing Tex's wonderful story.
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Posted 19 June 2012 - 11:51 AM
High up in the courts of Heaven today
A little dog-angel waits.
With the other dogs he will not play,
His just sits alone at the Gates.
”For I know my Mistress will come”, says he,
”And when she comes, she will call for me.”
He sees the spirits that pass him by
As they hasten towards the throne,
And he watches them with a wistful eye
As he sits at the gate alone;
"But I know if I just wait patiently
That someday my Mistress will come," says he.
And his Mistress far down on the earth below,
As she sits in her easy chair
Forgets sometimes, and she whistles low
For the dog that is not there;
And the little dog-angel cocks his ears
And dreams that his Mistress' call he hears.
And I know when at length his Mistress waits
Outside in the dark and cold
For the hand of Death to open the gates
That lead to the Courts of Gold,
The little dog-angel's eager bark
Will comfort her soul while she's still in the dark.
Adapted from a poem by Norah M. Holland, 1870
Vaya con Dios, Tex
A little dog-angel waits.
With the other dogs he will not play,
His just sits alone at the Gates.
”For I know my Mistress will come”, says he,
”And when she comes, she will call for me.”
He sees the spirits that pass him by
As they hasten towards the throne,
And he watches them with a wistful eye
As he sits at the gate alone;
"But I know if I just wait patiently
That someday my Mistress will come," says he.
And his Mistress far down on the earth below,
As she sits in her easy chair
Forgets sometimes, and she whistles low
For the dog that is not there;
And the little dog-angel cocks his ears
And dreams that his Mistress' call he hears.
And I know when at length his Mistress waits
Outside in the dark and cold
For the hand of Death to open the gates
That lead to the Courts of Gold,
The little dog-angel's eager bark
Will comfort her soul while she's still in the dark.
Adapted from a poem by Norah M. Holland, 1870
Vaya con Dios, Tex
Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow." ~ Mary Anne Radmacher
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