For our fur babies.
I read your stories of loss and pain. I see your love. I have my own. It’s been a week but here are true stories. I will share..
My grand dog passed Wednesday surrounded by all of us in his home. Surrounded by love and the people that were always close to him.
My daughters heart broke and I could not fix that nor save him. My son n law was wonderful. My son and her friends we’re supportive and full of love with wonderful memories. This is my daughters baby her heart and soul.
My heart is split in two as he is my little love and he knew it. I am grateful I had these years being his nana. If the love and kindness we all shared with this beautiful soul could extend to others and the world, this world would certainly be a better place.
I’ve always asked for a sign and proof of life after this one. Though he has not showed us yet I’m certain he will.
A very long time ago I had to let go of my shepherd Coral. It was grueling but she was suffering. Several months after her passing, I was visiting my son and daughter n law and out at a pumpkin festival.
I was on a rocking chair waiting outside a store thinking of my girl. I reached down into a box of blocks left on the porch that were color coded. The first and only one i randomly pulled from the basket was the block called “ Coral”.
This is NOT a common color and out of maybe 60 different shades I pick that one out of the blue. That was my sign.
The store owner heard my story and she gave me the wooden block to keep.
Believe and know our beloved animals do live in this after life as we do.
God Bless the animal. 💕🐾
The Power of the DogRudyard Kipling - 1865-1936
There is sorrow enough in the natural wayFrom men and women to fill our day;And when we are certain of sorrow in store,Why do we always arrange for more?Brothers and Sisters, I bid you bewareOf giving your heart to a dog to tear.Buy a pup and your money will buyLove unflinching that cannot lie—Perfect passion and worship fedBy a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fairTo risk your heart for a dog to tear.When the fourteen years which Nature permitsAre closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,And the vet’s unspoken prescription runsTo lethal chambers or loaded guns,Then you will find—it’s your own affair—But… you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will,With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!).When the spirit that answered your every moodIs gone—wherever it goes—for good,You will discover how much you care,And will give your heart to a dog to tear.We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.Our loves are not given, but only lent,At compound interest of cent per cent.Though it is not always the case, I believe,That the longer we’ve kept ’em, the more do we grieve:For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,A short-time loan is as bad as a long—So why in—Heaven (before we are there)Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?