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BRONSON
11/10/00 - 1/30/12
God knew that you were suffering.
That the hills were hard to climb
So He gently closed your eyelids
And whispered "Peace be thine."
In tears we watched you sinking
We watched you fade away
Our hearts were surely broken
You fought so hard to stay
But when we saw you sleeping
So peaceful, free from pain
We could not wish you back
To suffer that again
It broke our hearts to lose you
But you did not go alone
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home
author unkown
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IN MEMORY OF OUR BELOVED BRUT
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I THOUGHT I SAW YOU HERE TODAY
We were so very close we two
But I had to let you go
I hope that you can understand
It was because I loved you so
No more pain, no aching limbs
No earthly ties that bind
No dimming eyes, no sleepless nights,
You've left them all behind
I lost you many months ago,
And gained a broken heart
Yet I feel you close to me
Although we are apart
Sometimes when I am all alone
I feel you by myside
As if to try and comfort me
Through all the nights I've cried
I thought I saw you here today
Out the corner of my eye
Felt soft brown fur against my face
Heard the faintest sigh
So wait for me at Rainbow bridge
Until we meet once more
Then we shall walk together again
Through Heaven's open door
Shiela Seymour
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DAWNS AUTUMN BRASS
(Brassy)
09/05/97--08/03/04
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MEMORIES ARE GOLDEN
THEY SAY MEMORIES ARE GOLDEN,
WELL, MAYBE THAT IS TRUE.
I NEVER WANTED MEMORIES,
I ONLY WANTED YOU.
A MILLION TIMES I NEEDED YOU,
A MILLION TIMES I CRIED.
IF LOVE ALONE COULD HAVE SAVED YOU,
YOU NEVER WOULD HAVE DIED.
IN LIFE I LOVED YOU DEARLY,
IN DEATH I LOVE YOU STILL.
IN MY HEART YOU HELD A PLACE,
NO ONE COULD EVER FILL.
IF TEARS COULD BUILD A STAIRWAY,
AND HEARTACHE MAKE A LANE.
I�D WALK THE PATH TO HEAVEN,
AND BRING YOU BACK AGAIN.
OUR FAMILY CHAIN IS BROKEN,
AND NOTHING SEEMS THE SAME.
BUT AS GOD CALLS US ONE BY ONE,
THE CHAIN WILL LINK AGAIN.
(Author Unknown)
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A rose once grew where all could see,
sheltered beside a garden wall,
And as the days passed swiftly by,
it spread its branches, straight and tall.
One day, a beam of light shone through
a crevice that had opened wide.
The rose bent gently toward its warmth
then passed beyond to the other side.
Now, you who deeply feel its loss,
be comforted, the rose blooms there.
Its beauty even greater now,
nurtured by God's own loving care."
Author Uknown
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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 the last battle can't be won.
You will be sad - I understand, don't let this grief stay in your hand.
For this day, more then all the rest, your love for me must stand the test.
We've had so many happy times, what has 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 needs they'll tend, and please stay with me to the end.
Hold me firm and speak with me, until my eyes no longer see.
I know that in time you will see the kindness that you did for me.
Although my tail its last has waved, from pain and suffering I've been saved.
Please do not grieve.
It must be you who has this painful thing to do.
We've been so close, we two, these years, don't let your heart hold back its tears.
Author Anonymous.
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Forgotten
Please give me a chance.
Don't throw me away.
I'm still that same dog,
you brought home that day.
I'd lay down my life,
for you don't you know?
But how can I prove it,
chained out in the cold?
I'm looking at your shadow,
through the warm yellow light.
I wish I was in there with you,
not alone in the night.
Tell me what I did.
I promise I'll do better!
I'm getting so weak, so tired.
I'm just growing older.
The frigid Wind bites through me.
I'd nowhere to hide.
There's no shelter from the bitter draft,
I'm forgotten, outside.
My coat is thin and brittle.
My eyes have lost their shine.
My tail doesn't wag at all anymore.
and I've no friend to call mine.
I watch you as you come and go,
and you never glance my way.
I just want someone to hold me,
Somewhere safe I can stay.
I can't take the thirst,
or the hunger and pain.
I feel so alone,
left out in the rain.
Don't you remember me?
You gave me a name.
But now I'm forgotten,
Attached to this chain.
If you don't want me,
then please set me free,
so I can find warmth,
maybe someone to love me.
If only you'd touch me,
please bring me inside.
instead I am tethered,
in this prison outside.
Written by CJ & Bart
12-09-02
Dedicated to all of the people who devote their time,
energy, money and love to dog rescue.
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THE BEST PLACE TO BURY A DOG
IF THE DOG BE BEST REMEMBERED
We are thinking now of a shepherd, whose coat was flame in the sunshine and who,
as far as we are aware, never entertained a mean or unworthy thought.
This Shepherd is buried beneath an Elm tree, under four feet of garden loam,
and at its proper season the elm strews petals on the green lawn of her grave.
Beneath an Elm, or a Cherry or any flowering shrub of the garden,
is an excellent place to bury a good dog.
Beneath such trees, such shrubs, she slept in the drowsy summer or gnawed at
the flavorous bone. or lifted her head to challenge some imaginary intruder.
These are good places, in life or death. Yet it is a small matter.
For if the dog is well-remembered; if sometimes she leaps through your dreams actual,
as in life, eyes kindling, laughing, begging; it matters not where the dog sleeps-
On a hill where the wind is unrebuked and the trees roaring,
or beside a stream she knew in puppy-hood, 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 is lost--if memory lives.
But there is one best place to bury a dog;
if you bury her in this spot, she 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 her,
nor resent her coming, for she belongs there.
People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by her 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 which is well worth the knowing.
The one best place to bury a good dog
is in the heart of her master.
Author Unknown
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Have you a dog in heaven, Lord?
And do You pat its head?
Does he sit up and beg each night
Before he goes to bed?
Does he look up with shining eyes?
When he sees Your smiling face
Does he wag his stubby little tail
When he wants to run a race?
Have You a dog in Heaven, Lord?
Is there room for just one more?
Cause my little dog died today,
He'll be waiting at Your door.
Please take him into Heaven, Lord,
And keep him there for me.
Just feed him, pet him, love him, Lord,
That's all He'll ask of Thee.
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Gods "Doggy-Door"
My best friend closed his eyes last night,
As his head was in my hand..
The Doctors said he was in pain,
And it was hard for him to stand.
The thoughts that scurried through my head,
As I cradled him in my arms.
Were of his younger, puppy years,
And OH...his many charms.
Today, there was no gentle nudge
With an intense "I Love You" gaze,
Only a heart that's filled with tears
Remembering our joy filled days.
But an Angel just appeared to me,
And he said, "You should cry no more,
GOD also loves our canine friends,
HE'S installed a 'doggy-door'"!
Author Unknown
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A DOGS PRAYER
Treat me kindly, my beloved friend,
for no heart in all the world is more grateful
for the kindness then the loving heart of mine.
Do not break my spirit with a stick,
for though I should lick your hand between the blows,
your patience and understanding will more quickly teach
me the things you would have me learn.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music,
as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your
footsteps falls upon my waiting ear.
Please take me inside when it is cold and wet,
for I am a domesticated animal, no longer
accustomed to the bitter elements.
I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at
your feet beside the hearth.
Keep my pan willed with fresh water,
for I cannot tell you when I suffer from thirst.
Feed me clean food that I may stay well,
to romp and play and do your bidding,
to walk by your side, and stand ready and able
to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.
And, my friend. When I am very old, and I no longer enjoy good health,
hearing and sight , do not make heroic efforts to keep me going.
I am not having any fun. Please see that my trusting life is taken gently.
I shall leave this earth knowing that with the last breath I draw,
my fate was always safest in your hands.
Author Unknown
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The Rosebud
When God calls little puppies to dwell with Him above,
We humans always question the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache can compare with the loss of one small 'child',
Who does so much to make this world seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires - always calling the aged to His fold,
And so He picks a rosebud before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them and so He picks but few;
To make the land of heaven more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult, yet somehow we must try,
For the saddest word that mankind knows will always be "good-bye".
And so when little pups depart;
We, who are left behind,
Must realize how much God loves puppies....
For angels are hard to find.
Author Unknown
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ST, PETER
I explained it to St. Peter,
I'd rather stay here,
Outside the pearly gate,
I won't be a nuisance,
I won't even bark,
I'll be very patient and wait.
I'll be here, chewing on a celestial bone,
No matter how long you may be.
I'd miss you so much, if I went in alone,
It wouldn't be heaven for me.
Author Unknown
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MY WISH
God saw you getting tired
When a cure was not to be,
So He closed His arms around you
And whispered "Come to Me."
You didn't deserve
What you went through
And so he gave you rest.
God's garden must be beautiful,
He only takes the best.
And when I saw you sleeping
So peaceful and free from pain,
I could not wish you back
To suffer that again.
Author Unknown
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EULOGY TO THE DOG
The one absolutely unselfish friend
that man can have in this unselfish world,
the one that never deserts him,
the one that never proves ungrateful
or treacherous...is his dog.
A man's dog stands by him
in prosperity and poverty,
in health and sickness.
He will sleep on the cold ground
where the wintry winds blow
and the snow drives fiercely,
if only he may be near his master's side.
He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer;
He will lick the wounds and sores that come,
in encounter with the roughness of the world.
He guards the sleep of his pauper master-
as if he were a prince.
When all other friends desert, He remains.
When riches take wings,
and reputation falls to pieces;
He is as constant in his love
as the sun in its journey
through the heavens.
by Senator Vest
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WHEN THE TIME COMES...
If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done,
For this- the last battle- can't be won.
You will be sad, I understand,
But don't let grief then stay your hand,
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.
When the time comes- to my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me until the end;
And hold me firm and speak to me,
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree,
It is a kindness you do to me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;
We've been so close-we two-these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.
"Farewell master, yet not Farewell.
Where I go, you to, shall dwell.
I am gone, before your face,
A moments time, a little space.
When you come where I have stepped;
you will wonder why you wept."
by Edwin Arnold
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I AM YOUR DOG
I am your dog, and I have a little something I'd like to
whisper in your ear. I know that you humans lead busy lives. Some
have to work, some have children to raise. It always seems like you
are running
here and there, often much too fast, often never noticing the truly
grand things in life.
Look down at me now, while you sit there at your computer. See
the way my dark brown eyes look at yours? They are slightly cloudy
now. That comes with age. The gray hairs are beginning to ring my
soft muzzle. You smile at me; I see love in your eyes.
What do you see in mine? Do you see a spirit? A soul inside, who
loves you as no other could in the world? A spirit that would
forgive all trespasses of prior wrong doing for just a simple moment
of your time? That is all I ask.
To slow down, if even for a few minutes to be with me. So many times
you have been saddened by the words you read on that screen, of
others of my kind, passing.
Sometimes we die young and oh so quickly, sometimes so
suddenly it wrenches your heart out of your throat. Sometimes, we
age so slowly
before your eyes that you may not even seem to know until the very
end, when we look at you with grizzled muzzles and cataract clouded
eyes. Still the love is always there, even when we must take that
long sleep, to run free in a distant land.
I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here next week.
Someday you will shed the water from your eyes, that humans have
when deep grief fills their souls, and you will be angry at
yourself that you did
not have just "One more day" with me. Because I love you so, your
sorrow touches my spirit and grieves me. We have NOW, together. So
come, sit down here next to me on the floor, and look deep into my
eyes. What do you see? If you look hard and deep enough we will talk,
you and I, heart to heart. Come to me not as "alpha" or as "trainer"
or
even "Mom or Dad," come to me as a living soul and stroke my fur and
let
us look deep into one another's eyes, and talk.
I may tell you something about the fun of chasing a
tennis
ball, or I may tell you something profound about myself, or even
life in
general. You decided to have me in your life because you wanted a
soul to share such things with. Someone very different from you, and
here I am. I am a dog, but I am alive. I feel emotion, I feel
physical senses, and I can revel in the differences of our spirits
and souls. I do not think of you as a "Dog on two feet" -- I know
what you are. You are human, in all your quirkiness, and I love you
still.
Now, come sit with me, on the floor. Enter my world, and
let time slow down if only for 15 minutes. Look deep into my eyes,
and
whisper to my ears. Speak with your heart, with your joy and I will
know your true self. We may not have tomorrow, and life is oh so
very short.
Author unknown
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I Stood By Your Bed
I stood by your bed last night,
I came to have a peep.
I could see that your were crying,
You found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly
As you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you,
I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."
I was close to you at breakfast,
I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times,
Your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today,
Your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels,
I wish I could do more.
I was with you at the grave today,
You tend it with such care.
I want to re-assure you,
That I am not laying there.
I walked with you towards the house,
As you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you,
I smiled and said "It's me."
You looked so very tired,
And sank into your chair,
I tried so hard to let you know,
That I was standing there.
It's possible for me,
To be so near you every day.
To say to you with certainty,
"I never went away."
You sat there very quietly,
Then smiled, I think you knew...
In the stillness of that evening,
I was very close to you.
The day is over...
I smile and watch you yawning,
And say, "Good-night, God Bless,
I'll see you in the morning."
And when the time is right for you,
To cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you,
And we'll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you,
There is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out..
Then come home to be with me.
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SCHLOSSFELSEN KENNELS
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