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If it should be, that I grow frail and weak,
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then, you must do what must be done
For this, the last battle can't be won.
You will be sad, I understand
Don't let your grief then stay your hand,
For this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship 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,
When the time comes, please let me go.
Take me where my need they'll tend,
Only, stay with me to the end,
And hold me firm and speak to me,
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know, in time you will see,
It is a kindness you do to me
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I've been saved.
Don't grieve it should be you,
Who decides this thing to do,
We've been so close, we two, these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.
Smile, for we walked together,
for a little while
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If the day should come when I'm in pain,
And you know I won't be well again
Promise you'll do what must be done
If this is the battle that can't be won.
It'll break your heart, but please be kind,
Don't let your grieving sway your mind.
For this is when you'll let me see
Just how much you do love me.
Together we've had happy years
The future now can hold no fears.
Please don't let me suffer so
When that day comes, please let me go.
For my usual vet please will you send?
But stay with me until the end.
Hold me steady, speak to me
Till my once bright eyes no longer see.
In time I hope you'll come to see
It's the last kindness you'll do for me
One more time please stroke my mane
And know that I'll have no more pain.
And don't be sad that it was you
Who decided this was what to do.
We've been such buddies through the years
Don't let me be the cause of tears.
You'll always see me graze now,
with the sun upon my back
Painful limbs won't tire me now,
however long the hack.
I live now in your heart and mind,
a lovely place to stay.
And what you have in memories,
no one can take away.
no one can take away.
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You were with me to the very end.
And even after I had gone, you held me in your heart.
I wanted so to tell you that this was not your fault.
I tried to let you know, in my own way, that it was time.
I thank you for your understanding and strength to do what was right for me.
And now that I am gone, I know no other will take my place in your heart.
But I want you to love another and make him happy, as you have me.
You will think of me, and there will be times you'll try to hide your tear-filled eyes,
But please, be happy and think not of sadness,
but of how I made you laugh and all the things we shared.
Here, all of us who have been ill and old are restored to health and vigor.
Those hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again,
just as we're remembered in your dreams.
There is no pain here.
There are green pastures to lay down in and friends to run with.
There are no fences, for no one has the desire to leave,
There are meadows and hills, water and sunshine,
and we are warm and comfortable.
There is much to enjoy and explore, and I have been quite busy.
I am very happy,
even though I miss someone very special who I left behind.
The day will come when I will suddenly stop, and look into the distance.
My eyes will be intent, my body quivering eagerly,
when suddenly I begin to run from my herd flying over the green grass,
my legs carrying faster and faster.
For I have spotted you.
And when we finally meet, we'll cling together in reunion.
As your hand caress my head and neck,
and you look once more into my trusting eyes,
we will know that our reunion will be forever.
To live in the hearts we leave behind is not to die.
Trust that there will come a time when precious memories will change your tears to smiles.
I leave this earth knowing my fate was always safest in your hands.
Thank you for loving me and having the courage to let go.
You helped me gently into the night. We will meet again.
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I stood by your bed last night: I came to have a peep.
I could see that you 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 you parcels, I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today: you tend it with such care.
I want to re-assure you, that I’m not lying 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 a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It’s possible for me, to be so near you everyday.
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 times 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 you journey out … then come home to be with me.
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I got to the gate of Heaven yesterday
after we said good-bye.
I began to miss you terribly,
because I heard you cry.
Suddenly there was an Angel
asked me to enter Heaven's gate.
I asked her if I could stay outside
for someone who'd be late.
I wouldn't make much noise, you see,
I wouldn't bark or howl.
I'll only wait here patiently
and play with my tennis ball.
The Angel said I could stay right here
and wait for you to come
Because Heaven just wouldn't be Heaven
if I went in alone.
So I'll wait right here, you take your time,
but keep me in your heart.
Because Heaven just wouldn't be Heaven
without you to warm my heart.
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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.
We have had so many happy years,
You wouldn't want me to suffer so.
When the time comes,
please, then let me go.
Take me to where my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me till 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.
Don't let your heart hold any tears.
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There's no best friend like a pet.
A pet is always there for you,
warm, friendly, dedicated to duty,
and always ready to cuddle up
next to you when it's cold outside.
When God calls such a special friend home,
you suddenly feel lost.
You feel like something wonderful
is missing from your life.
For so long your pet watched over you,
always guiding you and protecting you
like a guardian angel.
And indeed like an angel
your best friend
was sent to you from God.
But even when God feels it's time
for your pet to rest,
your best friend is never really gone.
The bond of friendship you created
will live in your heart forever.
And after the grief subsides
the memories of the good times you spent
with your beloved friend
will again make you smile
and give you comfort.
And in the way of a guardian angel,
your pet will always be watching over you
from above,
sending you its warmth and love.
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I lay down bleeding, bruised, and sore - broken spirit, just like before.
Can't he see my pain, my fright? I want to play, and love - not fight.
I see his hand as it comes down, and as he speaks I can hear his frown.
I shrink down closer to the floor, but I know just what ís in store.
I whimper softly, though in vain. My punishment - a four foot chain.
Left outside for seven days. No food, no water, eyes that glaze.
I rest my eyes, close them tight, trying to forget my plight.
As I open them again, there is no grass, there is no chain.
I see your hand as it comes down, to pat my head, call me a clown.
You laugh and tell me how I snore, then you hug me, and pat me more.
"It was only a dream!" I think with a sigh, and thank the big man up in the sky.
The pain I endured, it led you to me, and - finally - "I" am a part of a "WE".
My heart beats "I love you". I hope you can hear it.
There ís not many out there that can mend a broken spirit.
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Here I sit old and sad,
They made me leave the home I had.
I was happy for many years,
Now they walk away, there were no tears.
They said I was "grumpy", now that I am old,
But, I've never bitten and have done what I'm told.
If they could tell me, I wish that they could,
Wether I had been bad, when I thought I was good.
I had lots of love and a nice cosy bed,
But, now I have sadness and a kennel instead.
I wish I could tell them about all my pain,
Perhaps they would listen and love me again.
Will someone want me, now I'm old and I'm grey?
I do enjoy life and I still like to play.
I have love inside that I'm willing to share,
I'll give affection, if you show me you care
So, still I sit old and sad,
Hoping to find, what I once had.
As the young dogs are leaving, I just sit and wait.
Are my days numbered? Is it too late?
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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 of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, 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 were 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 each 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. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run 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....
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Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousands winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the morning´s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die
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Treat me kindly , my beloved master,
For no heart in all the world is more
Grateful for kindness than the loving
Heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick,
For although I should lick your hand
between blows, your patience and
Understanding will more quickly teach
Me the things you would have me do.
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
Footstep falls upon my waiting ear.
When it is cold and wet, please take me
Inside, for I am now a domesticated animal,
No longer used to bitter elements.
And I ask no greater glory than the
Privilege of sitting at your feet beside
The hearth. Though had you no home,
I would rather follow you through ice and
Snow than rest upon the softest pillow in
The warmest home in the land, for you are
My god and I am your devoted worshipper.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water,
For although I should not reproach you
Were it dry, I cannot tell you when I
Suffer thirst. Feed me clean food so
That I may stay well to romp and play
And do your bidding, to walk by your
Side, and stand ready willing and able
To protect you with my life should your
Life be in danger.
And beloved master, should the Great Master
See fit to deprive me of my health or sight,
Do not turn me away from you. Rather,
Hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands
Grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest...
And I will leave you knowing with the last
Breath I draw, my fate was ever safest
In your hands.
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The one absolutely unselfish friend that
a man can have in this selfish 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 in poverty,
in health and in sickness.
He will sleep on the cold ground where
the wintery 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 sores
and wounds 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 a the sun in it's journey
through the heavens.
If misfortune drives the master forth
an outcast in the world, friendless
and homeless, the faithful dog asks
no higher privilege than that of
accompanying him to guard against
danger, to fight against his enemies.
And when the last scene of all comes,
and death takes the master in it's
embrace, and his body is laid away in
the cold ground, no matter if all other
friends pursue their way, there by the
graveside will the noble dog be found,
his head between his paws, his eyes sad,
but open in alert watchfulness,
faithful and true, even in death.
(From a speech given by Former Senator George Graham Vest of Missouri.
Delivered in 1870 when he was acting as a lawyer in a suit against
a man who had killed the dog of his client. He won the case.)
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