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mikka
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dog on loan
« Reply #16 on: November 22, 2007, 09:45:28 PM » |
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Dog On Loan
I'll lend you for a little time, a dog of mine God said.
For you to love while she lives and mourn when she is dead.
The years they may be six or ten or even as few as three.
But will you, till I call her back, take care of her for me?
She'll bring her charms to gladden you, and shall her stay be brief,
You'll have her lovely memories as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise she will stay, since all from Earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there I want this dog to learn.
I've looked the wide world over, in my search for masters true,
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, I have selected you.
Now will you give her your love, nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call to take her back again?
We answered in sincerity, Dear Lord, Thy will be done.
For all the joy this dog shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter her with tenderness, and love her while we may,
And for the happiness we will know, we'll ever grateful stay.
But shall the angels call for her much sooner than we planned,
We'll know the bitter grief that comes and try to understand.
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My material possessions are few and I leave them all to you,
A collar, chewed at one end, a lumpy dog bed and my chipped water bowl.
I leave you half a rubber ball which you will find under the refridgerator,
a rubber mouse with the whistle missing (behind the kitchen stove),
and dozens of bones and chews in the flower beds and down the back of the settee.
Mostly I leave you memories which are many -
dark sparkling eyes, a wet black nose and my whine at the back door.
I leave you a tattered rug in front of your armchair, which was repaired in a slightly different shade,
I chewed it when I was a five month old puppy - remember?
I leave you a hollow trench under the bushes near the front porch, where I found asylum during the hot summer days - its full of leaves now so you might have trouble finding it.
I bequeath to you the sound I made scampering through a carpet of October leaves when we trampled through the woods together.
I leave you remembered moments of mornings sitting together on the river bank awaiting that first nibble.
I remember your laughter at my encounter with the rabbit I couldn't catch.
I leave you my devotion, my sympathy when things went wrong,
my bark when you raised your voice in needless anger and my apprehension as my tail went down when you scolded me.
I never went to church and never heard a sermon.
Yet without having spoken a word in my life I leave you lessons in patience, tolerance, love and understanding.
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Will You Help Me Unpack?"
Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed,
and all nicely tucked in my warm new bed,
I should unpack my baggage, lest I forget,
There is so much to carry, so much to regret...
Hmm...Yes there it is, right on top, let's first unpack Loneliness, Heartache and Loss,
And there by my leash hides Fear and hides Shame,
As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave,
I still have to unpack my baggage called Pain.
I loved them, the others, the ones who left me,
but I wasn't good enough for they didn't want me.
Will you add to my baggage? Will you help me unpack?
Or recoil from my things and take me right back?
Do you have the time to help me unpack?
To put away my baggage, and never repack?
I pray that you do, for I'm so tired you see,
But I do come with baggage — do you still want me?
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When God Made....
When God had made the Earth and sky, The flowers and the trees,
He then made all the animals And all the birds and bees.
And when his work was finished, Not one was quite the same.
He said, 'I'll walk this earth of mine, And give each one a name,'
And so he travelled land and sea, And everywhere he went,
A little creature followed Him Until his strength was spent.
And 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!'
The Father smiled and softly said: 'I've left you till the end.
I've turned my own name back to front, And called you DOG, my friend.
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nobody's dog
« Reply #23 on: December 01, 2007, 03:04:11 PM » |
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NOBODY'S DOG
Today is the death day of nobody’s dog
Nothing will mark it but a note in the log
I’m faceless and nameless and no tears will fall
For I know in your world I have no worth at all
To you, my sweet someone, I’m a friend and a dear
We ran the wind daily and you held me so near
But the gate was left open – I chanced a walk on my own
I’d have cowered in fear if only I’d known
I know how you cried on the night that I strayed
I know how you searched, I know how you prayed
But I went to a pound far far from our home
Where I crouched in despair in my kennel alone
I know that you phoned for I heard your dear voice
And I hoped you would hear me so I barked myself hoarse
Although I’m a Lab cross with stockings all white
On their form I’m a Staff cross – the description’s not right
So they said I’m not here and I sank to my bed
My kennel cough’s worse and I can’t raise my head
The rescue came yesterday but they hadn’t a place
For an un-neutered cross breed with his mucus-streaked face
If only you’d come to search for me here
You would have known me at once, you would have sensed I was near
You would have sorted my ills, you would have carried me home
And I promise our God no more would I roam
Now my eyes plead for mercy for my seven days are done
And I am waiting with dread for the final vet run
No arms will caress me as they inject me to death
No words will comfort me as I take my last breath
When the body man comes, it is fitting I’m found
In a bin bag in the freezer in the depths of the pound
Thrown away like the rubbish - no respect and no shame
Denied even the time to find you again
My loyalty and devotion they did cruelly betray
Without microchip or nametag, I am just a dispensable stray
Once waggy-tailed, once proud, beloved and free
Oh Dad look with pain at what mankind’s done to me!
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so sad 
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Taking care of Rescue dogs
Is something I do best.
I know because I've done it,
And I've surely passed the test.
The dogs I've bathed, the food I've fed,
The vacuuming I've done,
And all to watch a frightened soul
Sit dreaming in the sun.
My own dogs I've neglected,
But I tell them every day,
That I love and cherish each of them
Though a new dog's come to stay.
I know they understand this,
For in their eyes I see
The love that I have given them
Come shining back at me.
Some people think I'm crazy,
Some others think I'm great.
But very few can understand
What really is at stake.
If I can love and help a dog
To find a better way,
My own life is much richer,
I look forward to each day.
So now you know my secret,
It's there for all to see.
The love I give, the life I save,
I do it all for ME.
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The Old Dog
I might have grey hairs but my soul is still young,
My legs may be creaky but mine's the wisdom of age
Why battle the wind when I can walk in your footsteps;
Are you my family, are you where I belong?
There's life in this old dog, even when I grow tired
You can talk to me quietly, I can wag when your near.
It may be that my hearing or sight is not sharp
But I can still eat my dinner and roll in the grass.
I don't require much and you know I'd be glad
To walk slowly with you, or just sit by the fire,
And should the wind stir my spirits on a walk in the park
You know not to worry as I won't be gone far.
I might be an old dog, but there's life in me yet
Do look at me softly, for though time is not kind
I still have the chance to make the most of my days;
And when my time has run out as we both know it will
Please don't think that I'm gone, but remember me still
I'll be the sun in your window, the stars in your sky
The warm body beside you as your time goes by.
Please don't pass by my kennel because I am old
Is there room in your heart for a friend who was once
As fleet as an arrow, as bold as a bear
But now I look at you sadly, could it be that you care?
Give me a meal in my stomach, a fire at my back
Show me patience and love and you will never regret
Having an oldie to cherish and cuddle; you see
If every dog has his day, perhaps today is for me
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The date is December the 25th,
A gorgeous sunny-day.
It makes me want to romp around,
But I'm too tired to play.
I have not eaten for a while,
I think it has been a week.
My only source of water,
Has been a sewage leak.
I lie herein a cardboard box,
And I feel quite alone.
I'm trying to stand up on my feet,
But all I can do is moan.
Won't someone come and rescue me,
Before my time is up?
Who wouldn't want to help a dog,
A precious little pup?
I want to yell and cry for help,
I want to get away.
My place is in a loving home,
With children with which I'd play.
I should be chasing tennis balls,
And licking children's faces.
Running circles in the yard,
Even sometimes winning races.
This is not where I should be,
By the road under a bridge.
Where there is no one I can find,
No mother nor father nor kid.
So is this box my final fate,
My only destiny?
What terrible thing did I ever do,
To make things end this way?
I know now my time has come,
on this beautiful winter day.
I will fall into eternal sleep,
and my sufferings will float away.
During my last day on this earth,
To my future owner I say,
"Catch up to you in heaven,
And have a Merry Christmas Day."
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have to try later