The Best Place to Bury a Dog
...Beneath a cherry tree, or an apple, or any flowering shrub, is an excellent place to bury a good dog. Beneath such trees,
such shrubs, he slept in the drowsy summer, or gnawed at a flavorous bone, or lifted head to challenge some strange intruder.
These are good places, in life or in death. Yet it is a small matter. For if the dog be well
remembered, if sometimes
he leaps through your dreams actual as in life, eyes kindling, laughing, begging, it matters not at all where that dog sleeps.
On a hill where the wind is unrebuked, and the trees are leafing, or beside a stream he knew in puppyhood, or
somewhere in the flatness of a pastureland where most exhilarating cattle graze. It is all one to the 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 him in this spot, he 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 call a dozen living dogs to heel they shall not growl at
him, nor resent his coming,for he belongs there. People may scoff at you who see no lightest blade of grass bend by his footfall,
who hear no whimper, people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them, for you shall know something that is hidden
from them, and that is well worth the knowing. The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master.
(Paraphrased From the Portland Oregonian, Sept 11, 1925. By Ben Hur)
Twinkle, twinkle lucky star
Can you send me love from where you are?
Can you make a rainbow shine that
Twinkle, twinkle lucky star.....
(written by Merle Haggard)
No wise man who ever lived could truly comfort the heart that has lost what it held most dear.
people have experienced the loss of a loved one. So they try, each in their own way, to make you feel that they understand
how sad you are. The world understands less the pain of losing an animal. This is because many people have never felt for
themselves the true love of an animal. So, you can not really expect these people to realize that your love for a pet may
be greater than your love for the dearest people in your life.
The bond is different, and can never be put into
words. It is a bond that only The Heart understands.
(Author Martin Scot Kosins from Maya's First Rose)
I just wanted to let you know that I made it home The journey wasn't an easy one, but it didn't take too long.
is so pretty here, so white, so fresh and new I
wish that you could close your eyes and that you could see it too. Please
try not to be sad for me. Try to understand God is taking care of me...I'm in the shelter of His hands.
is no sadness, no sorrow, and no pain. Here there is no crying and I'll never hurt again. Here it is so peaceful when all
the angels sing. I really have to go for now... I've just got to try my wings.
And God asked the feline spirit
Are you ready to come home?
Oh, yes, quite so,
replied the precious soul
And, as a cat, you know I am most able
To decide anything for myself.
you coming then? asked God.
Soon, replied the whiskered angel
But I must come slowly
For my human
friends are troubled
For you see, they need me, quite
But don't they understand? Asked
That you'll never leave them?
That your souls are intertwined. For all
nothing is created or destroyed?
It just is....forever and ever and ever.
Eventually they will understand,
the glorious cat
For I will whisper into their hearts
That I am always with them
I just am....forever
and ever and ever.
A good dog never dies
she always stays
she walks beside you
on crisp autumn days
frost is on the fields
and winter's drawing near
her head is within our hand
in her old way.
-- Mary Carolyn Davies
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
the day He took you home.
To some you are forgotten,
to others just part of the past,
to us who loved and lost you,
the memory will always last.
BLESSED ARE THE ANIMALS
Their days are like raindrops
on time's windowpane,
each trickles away
will not come again;
but blessed are they
as their goodness shines through
and changes the raindrops
diamonds of dew!
Their years are like leaves
that float to the ground
in colors of emerald
and blessed are they
whose "leaves", as they fall,
form a blanket of beauty
comforts us all!
Their lives are like clouds
that swiftly sail by
and are gone in a moment
but blessed are they
who turn grey clouds to white,
whose love shines like stars
canvas of night!
Pets souls are like angels
with wings that are furled,
assigned to each mortal
dwells in this world;
and blessed are they
whose love conquers strife,
the animals are beacons
A Little Dog Angel
High up in the courts of heaven today a little dog angel waits; with the other angels he will not play, but he sits
at the gates. "For I know my master will come" says he, "and when he comes he will call for me."
The other angels pass him by As they hurry toward the throne, And he watches them with a wistful eye as he sits at the
gates alone. "But I know if I just wait patiently that someday my master will call for me."
And his master,
down on earth below, as he sits in his easy chair, forgets sometimes, and whispers low to the dog who is not there. And the
little dog angel cocks his ears and dreams that his master's voice he hears.
And when at last his master waits outside
in the dark and cold, for the hand of death to open the door, that leads to those courts of gold, he will hear a sound through
the gathering dark, a little dog angel's bark.
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 it's strength was spent.
When all were named upon the earth and in the sky and sea, the little
creature said, "Dear Lord, there's not one 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."
The silhouette stands boldly
at the end of the hallway
ears erect, eyes like jewels
tail, it softly sways.
This wouldn't be the first time
I've seen her stand nearby
her image clear as crystal
the corner of my eye.
Her visits I don't share with some
who think I've gone over and beyond
the grieving time
they deem I need,
they say I should move on.
I sometimes pity people who
have never felt just cause
to share the bond between two souls,
with hands and one with paws.
The silhouette reminds me
what the others say is wrong
for as long as breath goes through
there exists our mighty bond.
When the Keeper calls me home
and the Bridge gates open wide
our bond will deepen ten fold
we walk through side by side.
You see, I am the lucky one
as I've been truly blessed
for someday we'll walk together
-- Terri Onorato