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    Annie & Missy - "MINE!!!"
  • Birthday 10/27/1944

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    Enjoying my retirement with my wife and dogs

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  1. So this is where we part, my friend, And you'll run on, around the bend, Gone from sight, but not from mind, New pleasures there you'll surely find. I will go on. I'll find the strength. Life measures quality, not its length. One long embrace before you leave, Share one last look, before I grieve. There were others, that much is true, But they be they, and they aren't you. And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought, Will remember well all you've taught. Your place I'll hold, you will be missed, The fur I stroked, the nose I kissed. And as you journey to your final rest, Take this with you....I loved you best. --unknown Vaya con Dios, Speedy.
  2. Near Bethlehem some time ago, A flock of sheep was dwelling. To shepherds, sheep, and sheep dog, too, Angel choirs came telling. Good news, not fear, to all the world, A baby in a manger. "We'd leave to see," the shepherds said, "But our sheep would be in danger." "To watch the flock, we'll leave the dog, While seeking mankind's Savior. The dog will guard and keep the sheep From wandering behavior." Though disappointed not to go To Bethlehem's blest stable, The dog felt duty-bound to work As well as it was able. The shepherds came at last and praised God for Christ revealing, Too wonder-struck to praise the dog That gave them time for kneeling. But God Himself spoke to the dog In tones for canine hearing. His words inspired all dogs to serve For ages persevering: "Good and faithful servant, well done." -- Kent Dannen Merry Christmas to all, two-legged or four-legged.
  3. 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. ~ Author Unknown Vaya con Dios, Cindy.
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    Tex

    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
  5. I'm sorry, but I don't have the dog version of the poem to which you refer. (There is a cat version.) The poem below is one of my favorites; I hope it brings you some measure of comfort. High up in the courts of Heaven today A little dog-angel waits. With the other dogs she will not play, She just sits alone at the Gates. ”For I know my Mistress will come”, says she, ”And when she comes, she will call for me.” She sees the spirits that pass her by As they hasten towards the throne, And she watches them with a wistful eye As she sits at the gate alone; "But I know if I just wait patiently That someday my Mistress will come," says she. And her 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 her ears And dreams that her Mistress' call she hears. And I know when at length her 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, Misty.
  6. 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. ~ Author Unknown Vaya con Dios, Laska.
  7. waranta putiya nayri nara taymi krakapaka waranta-tu manta waranta tunapri nara And their absence saddens us. But they will never be dead for us as long as we remember them.
  8. 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. ~ Author Unknown Vaya con Dios, Kati.
  9. Unlike most days at Rainbow Bridge, this day dawned cold and gray, damp as a swamp and as dismal as could be imagined. All the recent arrivals were confused and concerned. They had no idea what to think for they had never experienced a day like this before. But the animals who had spent some time waiting for their beloved people knew exactly what was happening and began to gather at the pathway leading to the Bridge to watch. They knew this was something special. It wasn't too long before an elderly animal came into view, head hung heavy and low with tail dragging along the ground. The other animals on the pathway, the ones who had been at Rainbow Bridge for a while, knew the story of this sad creature immediately. They had seen it happen far too many times. Although it was obvious the animal's heart was leaden and he was totally overcome with emotional pain and hurt, there was no sign of injury or any illness. Unlike the pets waiting at the Bridge, this dog had not been restored to his prime. He was full of neither health nor vigor. He approached slowly and painfully, watching all the pets that were by now watching him. He knew he was out of place here. This was no resting place for him. He felt instinctively that the sooner he could cross over, the happier he would be. But alas, as he came closer to the Bridge, his way was barred by the appearance of an Angel who spoke softly to the old dog and apologized sorrowfully, telling him that he would not be able to pass. Only those animals who were with their special people could pass over the Rainbow Bridge. And he had no special beloved people...not here at the Bridge nor on Earth below. With no place else to turn, the poor elderly dog looked toward the fields before the Bridge. There, in a separate area nearby, he spotted a group of other sad-eyed animals like himself...elderly and infirm. Unlike the pets waiting for their special people, these animals weren't playing, but simply lying on the green grass, forlornly and miserably staring out at the pathway leading to the Bridge. The recent arrival knew he had no choice but to join them. And so, he took his place among them, just watching the pathway and waiting. One of the newest arrivals at the Bridge, who was waiting for his special people, could not understand what he had just witnessed and asked one of the pets who had been there for some time to explain it to him. "That poor dog was a rescue, sent to the pound when his owner grew tired of him. They way you see him now, with graying fur and sad, cloudy eyes, was exactly the way he was when he was put into the kennels. He never, ever made it out and passed on only with the love and comfort that the kennel workers could give him as he left his miserable and unloved existence on Earth for good. Because he had no family or special person to give his love, he has nobody to escort him across the Bridge." The first animal thought about this for a minute and then asked, "So what will happen now?" As he was about to receive his answer, the clouds suddenly parted and the all-invasive gloom lifted. Coming toward the Bridge could be seen a single figure...a woman who, on Earth, had seemed quite ordinary...a woman who, just like the elderly dog, had just left Earth forever. This figure turned toward a group of the sad animals and extended outstretched palms. The sweetest sounds they had ever heard echoed gently above them and all were bathed in a pure and golden light. Instantly, each was young and healthy again, just as they had been in the prime of life. From within the gathering of pets waiting for their special people, a group of animals emerged and moved toward the pathway. As they came close to the passing figure, each bowed low and each received a tender pat on the head or a scratch behind the ears. Their eyes grew even brighter as the figure softly murmured each name. Then, the newly-restored pets fell into line behind the figure and quietly followed this woman to the Bridge, where they all crossed together. The recent arrival, who had been watching, was amazed. "What happened?" "That was a rescuer," came the answer. "That woman spent a lifetime trying to help pets of all kinds. The ones you saw bowing in respect were those who found new homes because of such unselfish work. They will cross when their families arrive. Those you saw restored were ones who never found homes. When rescuers arrive, they are permitted to perform one, final act of rescue. They are allowed to escort those poor pets they couldn't place on Earth across the Rainbow Bridge. You see, all animals are special to them...just as they are special to all animals." "I think I like rescuers," said the recent arrival. "So does God," was the reply. Vaya con Dios, Mary Ann.
  10. waranta putiya nayri nara taymi krakapaka waranta-tu manta waranta tunapri nara And their absence saddens us. But they will never be dead for us as long as we remember them. Vaya con Dios, Max.
  11. 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. ~ Author Unknown Vaya con Dios, Maddie.
  12. Baby's Dad still posts on this board, but under a different nom de plume. I will leave it up to him if he would like to identify himself to you through an IM. Thank you all for your well-wishes. The prognosis is very good, so I plan to continue to participate for quite some time (or at least for as much time as my advanced age allows).
  13. Let me begin by apologizing for not having kept up with this section. Between computer problems and the aftermath of cancer treatments (which I am still undergoing), I simply have been out of touch. I now have a new computer, and for at least a few days (until my next treatment) I feel up to posting. I was devastated to come to this section and see how many loved ones have been lost during my hiatus. Instead of my trying to respond to each one individually, I hope you will accept this thought extended to all of you that I know are hurting. Please know that my thoughts and prayers are with you. I offer this eulogy that Baby's Dad wrote for his beloved Zeke, perhaps the most eloquent tribute I have encountered. Take care, and be well. Go in peace, my valiant friend. Suffer no more; sweet sleep has come. Be welcomed by our friends; They have blazed a path for you to follow. Wait patiently, for I will join you again, Your keen vision restored to lead our way, Strength renewed, for we shall journey forever. I learned from your courage In the waning of your days. You fought bravely through the pain, A whimper never passed, Always by my side as I was by yours. Your battle is over, our grieving begins, As I lay you to rest In the yard were we played. Your place in my soul will always remain filled. So rest now in peace, my gallant companion, Knowing how much I loved you And will miss you at my side.
  14. If it should be that I grow weak, And pain should keep me from my sleep, Then you must do what must be done, For this final battle cannot be won. You will be sad, I understand. Don't let your grief then stay your hand. For this day, more than all the rest, Your love for me must 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. The time has come, please let me go. Take me where my need they'll tend And please stay with me until the end. Hold me firm and speak to me Until my eyes no longer can see. I know in time that you will see The kindness that you did for me. Although my tail its last has waved, From pain and suffering I have been saved. Please do not grieve it must be you Who had this painful thing to do. We've been so close, we two these years, Don't let your heart hold back its tears. ~ Author Unknown Been there, done that, too many times; it never gets easier...
  15. Border Collie mixes are referred to as "Borderline Collies". Welcome!
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