1). Today I Cry 

Today I was walking the river, my four legged friend and me.But in looking into her steel grey eyes,instead of enjoying the beautiful scenery, I hung my head and cried.

You see, my four legged friend has cancer, and won't be around for long they say. Now all that's left for me to do is help her enjoy each day.

While the evening sun was setting on the sky blue waters below, jet streams were steadily crisscrossing the sky, and the heavens were all aglow.

Together we headed towards the bottom of the hill, where we watched the cars as they slowly passed us by. She listened carefully to the unfamiliar sounds, while walking closely by my side.

When starting up the incline, every step she'd take with me. Staying so close beside me, until I could hardly bend my knees.
 Then, she walked in front, but not too far without glancing back at me, to see if I were still beside her, for there was no other place she'd rather be.

We made it to the top of the hill, our destination of the day. By now the clouds though once crimson, were slowly fading away.

The waters, they too were less vibrant, their colors now a misty grey. The current was slower, the evening about over, they were preparing for a brand new day.

Over in the far corner, overlooking the bluff, sat a bench so inviting to me. We walked right over and sat on down, my four legged friend and me.

With the wind blowing gently in our faces, and the setting sun shining softly in our eyes, she turned to me and licked my hand,
while making a little sigh.

Even though I tried to enjoy the moment, my wandering mind would sometimes stray; into the realms of tomorrow, with the thought of her soon passing away.

Suddenly, I realized how foolish I'd been to have let grief stand in my way. To spoil our fun and put a damper on, what should have been a beautiful day.

For by fretting about tomorrow, and by worrying about yesterday, I was missing out on what was happening right now, by not focusing on today.

I have to give thanks to my four legged friend for helping me to finally see, the importance of each precious moment,
and what they should mean to me.

Now our day is over, and I know that all good things must end, but I've learned a valuable lesson, and it's because of my four legged friend.

For it's not about where we're going, nor where we might have been, but it's all about enjoying the present, and this I owe to my four legged friend.

Author: Agatha Weeks
Copyright ©2003


When you find that special dog that sneaks into your heart. It's like the words in wedding vows till death do you part. You have to show them everyday just how much you care. Let them know without a doubt that you will always be there.

Through thick and thin times, in sickness and in health. They have to know you love them in poorness and in wealth. So remember if you think you've found that perfect dog for you, Once you've brought them in your home, It's like you've said I DO!

Author Tammy

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Charlie is my golden, long haired sin. His eyes tell all his dark brown chocolate thoughts. All he wants is loving without end, Ravenous for touching of all sorts.

Left on his own, he cannot comprehend In lonely misery how I defend even just one breath away from him.

Author: Cesar
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I wish someone would tell me what it is that I have done wrong? Why do I have to stay chained up and left alone for so long? They seemed glad to have me when I came here as a pup.

The master said he would train me as a companion and a friend. The mistress said she would never fear to be alone again. But now the master has not the time, the mistress said I shed. The children never walk me, they always say, ...Not now.....!

I wish I could please them, I wish They would tell me how. All I had was love you see, I wish they would explain. Why they said they wanted me...and then left me on a chain.

The above poem was taken from a shelter. 

Autho: Unknown

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in response to " love on a chain "

Dear Puppy,

Don't be bitter, its easy to explain. Your people weren't neglectful, they knew not how to train. They loved you pup, that was " the truth" their brain was in a fog. They never realized, you see, that soon you'd be a dog.
It's true they made such joyous plans they meant to follow through. The wishes and the promises died, and I was cause of you.

You left your yard, you soiled the house and chewed the masters chair. and no one told the mistress that mats get in your hair.
When you were small, the children loved the way you jumped and clowned. But now the kids are frightened cause you always knock them down.

Dear puppy you were born that way, they should have known you'd grow. But huddled there in your litter box, no one told them so.
It seems a shame to live out there, alone in an empty place. Awaiting the touch of a little hand and the smile of a little face. But puppy you must understand about the human brain. It cannot teach what it hasn't learned ......... Namely how to train.

Author: Pat Wagner

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In my masters arms
Snugly and tight
I feel so loved
It feels so right

Though the end is near
I have no fear
I see the light
Shining and bright
My time is done
The angels have come
As I reach up
I feel like a pup

Its time to go
Don't grieve so
For I am here
And always near
Just look in your heart
And we'll never part
With memories strong
It won't be long

Till In my masters arms
So snugly and warm
Author: Mary Higdem

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My friend you stood beside me on the darkest hour of night, when anguish filled my soul all others took to fight. When lovers fled to other shores and all I knew was pain. I knew you'd still be with me when there was nothing left to gain.

Dear brothers he is gone now, his life was not half spent. His car is on the mountain side, his body burnt and bent. When doctors said ...I am sorry... I knew not where to go, it was you who led me onward when my heart was oh so low.

And when my only child lay, for her to late too save. You were the one who sat with me, beside her tiny grave. My friend, you have felt my sorrow and been there through the years, you have seen into my inner soul, reflected by my tears

And now your life is over, the end is drawing near. My turn to sit beside you and chase away your fears. My turn now to repay all the love you have given me in your very special way.

Rest easy now my dear one, I will lay with you on the floor, one final breath and you are gone, your tail it wags no more. Gone now are the sparkle in your eyes, your roaming days are through.

.......Fear not for soon my Canine friend I will be there with you......
Author:  H.C.C.
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  My magnificent friend is so loyal My magnificent friend is so true My magnificent friend is so trusting Can your friends say this about you?

  My friend will never share secrets My friend will obey My friend will never doubt me Is this something your friends can say?

  This friend can not tell a lie This friend has a heart made of gold This friend will always be with me Can your friends dare be this bold?

  My magnificent friend is forever My magnificent friend is right here My magnificent is a canine My magnificent friend knows I care!

Author:  Andrea Dodas-Martin (95)

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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 our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food and water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who are hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.

The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they miss someone very special to them; who had to be left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. The bright eyes are intent; the eager body quivers.

Suddenly he begins to break away from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him 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 the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

Author: William N. Britton

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Weep not for me though I am gone into that gentle night Grieve if you will, but not for long upon my soul's sweet flight. I am at peace, my soul's at rest, there is no need for tears. For with your love I was so blessed for all those many years.

There is no pain, I suffer not, the fear now all is gone. Put now these things out of your thoughts, in your memory I live on. Remember not my fight for breath, remember not the strife. Please do not dwell upon my death, but celebrate my life.

Author: Constance Jenkins  Copyright 1992
"In Loving Memory of Isolde Jenkins"

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Although I am too proud to beg, and may appear to be a very independent creature, I ask for your loving care and attention. I rely on you for my well being much more than you may realize. This I promise you, my benefactor, that  I will not be a burden on you nor will I demand more of you than you care to give. I will be a quiet peaceful island of serenity for you to gaze upon; a soft soothing body to caress, and I shall purr with pleasure to rest your weary ears.   

Since I am a gourmet who appreciates different taste sensations, I pray you will give me a variety of nutritious foods and fresh water daily. You know dear friend, how I love to go. Allow me, I pray, a warm sheltered place where I can rest peacefully and feel secure. If I am wounded in battle or suffering from disease, please tend me gently, and see that I am treated by loving and competent hands. Please protect me from the inhuman humans who would hurt and torture me for their own amusement.

I am accustomed to your gentle touch and am not always suspicious nor swift enough to avoid such malicious acts. In my later years when my senses fail me and my infirmities become to great to bear, allow me the comfort and dignity that I desire for my closing days and help me gently in my pain or passing. Hear this prayer, my dear friend, my fate depends on you.

-Author: Unknown-

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On the first day of creation, God created the dog.
On the second day of creation, God created man to serve the dog.
On the third day, God created all the animals of the earth (especially the horse) to serve as potential food for the dog.
On the fourth day, God created honest toil so that man could labor for the good of the dog.
On the fifth day, God created the tennis ball so that the dog might or might not retrieve it.
On the sixth day, God created veterinary science to keep the dog healthy and the man broke.
On the seventh day, God tried to rest......but He had to walk the dog.

When God had made the earth and sky, the flowers and the trees,
He then made all the animals, the fish, the birds, and bees. 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." And so He traveled far and wide, and everywhere He went,  a little creature followed Him until its strength was spent.

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". Kindly the Father said to him,  "I've left you to the end. I've turned my own name back to front
and called you DOG, my friend".

Author: James Williams

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(Warning: do not deviate from these rules!)
The dog is not allowed in the house....
Okay, the dog is allowed in the house, but only in certain rooms....
Fine, The dog is allowed in all rooms, but has to stay off the furniture....
Okay, The dog can get on the old furniture only....
Fine, the dog is allowed on all the furniture, but is not allowed to sleep with the humans on the bed....
Okay, the dog is allowed on the bed, but only by invitation....
Fine, The dog can sleep on the bed whenever he wants, but not under the covers....
Okay, The dog can sleep under the covers by invitation only....
Fine, The dog can sleep under the covers every night and the humans must ask permission to sleep under the covers with the dog....

-Author: Unknown-

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Have you heard about the boy who walked by
The black water? I won't say much more.
Let's wait a few years. It wanted to be entered.
Sometimes a man walks by a pond, and a hand 
Reaches out and pulls him in.

There was no Intention, exactly. The pond was lonely, or needed
Calcium, bones would do. What happened then?
It was a little like the night wind, which is soft,
And moves slowly, sighing like an old woman
In her kitchen late at night, moving pans
About, lighting a fire, making some food for the cat.

Author: Robert Bly

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Silky, shiny, soft, flowing,
My black coat is a joy,
But once I had no fur at all
The mites, I was their toy.

But Many Tears they rescued me
A very sickly dog.
"One day she will be beautiful"
An act of faith in God.

It took a year, but now I wear
My velvet every day.
Gloriously black and proud of it,
Happy in every way.

Scrumpy the Somerset Spaniel
Author: Anne Todd

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A boy and his dog make a glorious pair:
No better friendship is found anywhere,
For they talk and they walk and they run and they play,
And they have their deep secrets for many a day;
And that boy has a comrade who thinks and who feels,
Who walks down the road with a dog at his heels.

He may go where he will and his dog will be there,
May revel in mud and his dog will not care;
Faithful he'll stay for the slightest command
And bark with delight at the touch of his hand;
Oh, he owns a treasure which nobody steals,
Who walks down the road with a dog at his heels.

No other can lure him away from his side;
He's proof against riches and station and pride;
Fine dress does not charm him, and flattery's breath
Is lost on the dog, for he's faithful to death;
He sees the great soul which the body conceals--
Oh, it's great to be young with a dog at your heels!

Author: Edgar Guest

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