Collection of Pet Poems

He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog.  You are his life,  his love, his leader.  He will be yours, faithful and true to the last beat of his heart.  You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion

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Never, never be afraid to do what's right especially if the well being of a person or  animal is at stake.  Society's punishments are small compared to the wounds we inflict on our soul when we look the other way.

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North of The Rainbow Bridge (this one link is currently not working)

Waiting                                                     Prayer of a Stray
Autumn                                                   Always Room for One More
Bet You Can't Own Just One!                  Alone Again
Dear Lord                                                    Dog's Plea
The Reason                                                 If You Can
Ode to an Abused Dog                              Rainbow Bridge
Abuse and Neglect                                    A Prayer for Animals
Baggage                                                      Dog Property Laws
The Best Place to Bury a Dog                    Angel Poem
To My Beloved Master                              Animal Savior
To My Dogs                                              Doggy Dictionary             
My Gift to Jesus                                         How Could You?
Things Dogs Must Remember                  
Wellness Tips we can Learn from our Dogs
10 Commandments for a Responsible Pet Owner


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North of The Rainbow Bridge by MakWa4me

The time comes. A Siberian Husky lifts up its head. There is an untested adventure beyond. Time to go.
Across the Rainbow Bridge is a place for all dogs. A river runs wide and shallow with tennis balls that fly with their own wings: that is the place for a Labrador or Golden to await its masters arrival.
The Siberian is not content here. Northward is its trail....
There are soft pastures for Aussies and Border Collies, with sheep and geese to pen. Agility equipment grows like trees amid Frisbees and flyball.
But North continues its sure wild call and the Siberians journey continues....
Now the air is colder. Now the moon is always full. Now the light is silver and it breaks and shimmers on fields of bright snow. Now there are no roads, no walls, no pens, just endless space to run. This is where Siberians gather, North of the Rainbow Bridge.
They wait in this beautiful place, happy, but not complete. Suddenly, a howl begins, as one dog senses someone coming, someone very special. All the Siberians raise their heads and join the ancient chorus. They dance like moonbeams and sing like winter winds.
There are red ones like dawn streaks, black ones splattered with many colors and silver ones like the first strange hour before light. They line up as if in harness and run together, in a scintillating, many-colored streak. The leader of the team guides the others past the fields and river, with racing feet and racing heart. They rush to greet the new arrival at the Rainbow Bridge, where the leader is rejoined with its beloved person, never to be parted again.
The glory of the reunion is celebrated by all the Siberians dwelling beyond the Bridge, a glimmering, multicolored team leaping and whirling with joy. The light from that scene is what we see on magical evenings in the northernmost parts of this Earth: The Aurora Borealis, the Northern Lights beyond the Rainbow Bridg

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Waiting….   author unknown

 I'm waiting here in foster care for you to come and see
The one the others have passed by - Please stop and look at me!
I'm not alone here in my quest to find myself a place
Where someone will have love for me and softly stroke my face.
We're not so young in years they say, although we're young at heart
If you'll take a chance with us - please know we'll do our part.
Our faces have a bit of white, our legs a slower gait
Our hearts so full of love to give - but still we sit and wait.
A younger dog is what folks want, one who romps and plays
They won't take time to look at us - just think we're old and gray.
Little do they know the things we have to offer them
Manners learned and quiet souls - good dogs all we've been.
There are those here too whose souls were damaged and in pain
Before they came to this safe place and learned to trust again.
When new folks come and look at them, they seem withdrawn and shy.
Time is all they need to learn that new bonds they can tie.
Patience, love and gentle hands is all they ask of you
In exchange - their hearts they give you in their lives so new.
We may not be the perfect dogs in everybody's eye -
Too big, too small, too brown, too blue, too black, too old, too shy.
But, unless you sit and take the time and see all that we can be
You'll miss the best that is right here - Please stop - HEY - Look at ME!

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Autumn   by Christy Caballero

  What do we do when our loving pets face the last leg of the race? We do all we
can to help them finish well, of course.  We take time to read the unspoken needs
of the friends we've come to know so well.

  We give the simple reassurance of a loving touch when the old boy seems
confused for no reason.

  We groom them faithfully, but more gently, as age brings muscle wasting,
and the arthritic bones aren't so well padded.

  We learn to slow down for their sake, as they enjoy the scent of the wind,
or track a visitors trail across their yard.

  We expect to be inconvenienced, and aren't angry when it happens.

  We watch for pain and treat it, watch for changes in vision and hearing and do
what we can to help preserve those precious senses for as long as possible.

  We take care of their teeth, and make sure their food is a manageable texture for them.

  We remind them of the need for a potty walk when they seem to forget.

  We remember the little rewards.  We scratch the graying ears and tummy, and go
for car rides together.  When the pet we love has an unexplained need for comfort,
we give it freely.  When infirmities bring a sense of vulnerability, we become our old
guardian's protector.

  We watch their deepest slumbers, when dreams take them running across long-forgotten
fields, and we remember those fields too.  When they cannot stand alone, we lift them.
When their steps are uncertain, we steady  them.

  And if their health fails, it falls to us to make the choice that will gently put them to rest. 
But until that is absolutely necessary, we pause to let the autumn sun warm our old friend's 
bones.  And we realize, autumn is not a bad time of year at all.

  Old age is not a disease or a reason to give up.  It is a stage of life that brings its own
changes.  Autumn can be a beautiful time of harvest.

  And, sometimes, the harvest is love.

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Bet You Can't Own Just One!   author unknown

  Why own a dog? There's danger you know
  You can't own just one, the craving will grow
  There's no doubt they're addictive, wherein lies the danger
  While living with lots, you'll grow poorer and stranger.

   One dog is so funny, and two are no trouble
  The third one is easy, the fourth one's a honey
  The fifth's delightful, the sixth one's a breeze,
You find you can live with a house full with ease.

  So how 'bout another? Would you really dare?
  They're really quite easy, but Lord, the hair.
  With dogs on the sofa, and dogs on the bed,
  And crates in the kitchen, It's no bother, you've said,

  They're really no trouble, their manners are great,
  What's just one more dog, and one more crate?

  The sofa is hairy, the windows are crusty,
  The floor is all footprints, the furniture is dusty,
  The housekeeping suffers, but what do you care?
  Who minds a few nose prints, and a little more hair?

  So let's keep a puppy, you can always find room,
  And a little more time for the dust cloth and broom,
  There's hardly a limit to the dogs you can add,
  The thought of a cutback sure makes you sad.

  Each one is so special, so useful, so funny,
  The vet, the food bills grow larger, you owe money,
  Your folks never visit, few friends come to stay,
  Except other dog folks, who live the same way.

  Your lawn has now died, and your shrubs are dead too,
  But your weekends are busy, you're off with your crew,
  There's dog food and vitamins, and training and shots,
  And entries and motels which cost lots. 

  Is it worth it you wonder? Are you caught in a trap?
Then your favorite dog comes and climbs in your lap,
  His look says your special, and you know that you will
  Keep all of the critters, in spite of the bill.

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Dear Lord author unknown

Please watch over our humans, they are so weak. They have no claws or teeth,
they can't run fast or fly away, neither can they burrow or build a nest in which
to be safe.  They smell bad, do strange things that aren't altogether intelligent,
have no real ability tocommunicate with us, although we are able to figure out
what they want.

Lord, grant US the ability to watch over our humans, care for them, cheer them
when they are down, make them laugh, smile, and shower them with our love. 
We pray that we can bring a little joy into their otherwise mundane existence...

Lord...please let them know that when we insist on getting attention, its so we
can check their emotional well being and boost their morale. When we pester
them for different foods, toys, etc, its so they will learn to see us in ways they
hadn't considered, bringing them closer and back into the fold... which they are
part of but keep forgetting about.  They expect us to know what they want even
though sometimes they don't know what we want.

Some of them really try and we know they love us but some of them are so dumb
yet our love for them remains intensely unfaltering.

Lord, when we die, please make sure to send us ahead to where ever our humans
are going to be, so we can pave the way for them, vouch for them and be there for
them when they too die.. ....please allow us to continue proving the humans are
worth the effort.  You placed these humans in dominion over us, but you charged
us with the task of caring for them and SHOWING them your love every day, through us.

God bless these mere mortal humans, they know not that we are their guardian
angels sent in love to task them so that they may grow to be part of your plan. 

You and Us God... we'll bring them back into the fold... you and us.

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The Reason  (to you from all your rescue dogs) author unknown

I would've died that day if not for you.
I would've given up on life if not for your kind eyes.
I would've used my teeth in fear if not for your gentle hands.
I would have left this life believing that all humans don't care
Believing there is no such thing as fur that isn't matted,
skin that isn't flea bitten,
good food and enough of it,
beds to sleep on,
someone to love me,
to show me I deserve love just because I exist.
Your kind eyes, your loving smile, your gentle hands
Your big heart saved me...
You saved me from the terror of the pound,
Soothing away the memories of my old life.
You have taught me what it means to be loved.
I have seen you do the same for other dogs like me.
I have heard you ask yourself in times of despair
Why you do it-
When there is no more money, no more room, no more homes
You open your heart a little bigger, stretch the money a
little tighter
Make just a little more room...to save one more like me.
I tell you with the gratitude and love that shines in my eyes
In the best way I know how
Reminding you why you go on trying.
I am the reason
The dogs before me are the reason
As are the ones who come after.
Our lives would've been wasted, our love never given
We would die if not for you. 

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Ode to an Abused Dog   author unknown

Someone hurt you, hit you, beat you
  would not give you food
The only water that you got
  was from a muddy pool
And yet when help did finally come
  though you were almost dead
You wagged your tail in greeting
  and you tried to raise your head
What gave you strength or made you hope
   what helped to see you through
The agonizing hunger
  and lonliness you knew
Yet you forgave and took a chance
  and graced us with your love
For us to know such spirit was
  a gift from God above

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Abuse and Neglect author unknown

I will never know what I did to deserve such an awful life full of abuse and neglect
My life had become so sad and lonely it was like living in an endless, dark tunnel.
I remember looking up one day and seeing a bright light shining at the end of the tunnel.
the light was so bright I thought that God must have sent an angel to finally end my suffering.

God did send an angel, he sent you.

The bright light I had seen was your smiling face.
You promised me that my days of neglect and abuse were over.
My battered body and broken spirit hardly dared to believe it was true.
You opened your heart and your home and gave me more love and comfort and
safety than I had ever known before.
You gave me the softest bed my tired, aching bones had ever felt and more
toys and attention than I had ever dreamed existed.

I no longer cringed when a hand was raised near me, because your hands had only
kindness and treats to offer me.

I no longer feared the sound of feet approaching, because your feet had never kicked me
, they had only taken me on wonderful adventures to exciting new places.

You made my spirits soar and helped my soul find peace and contentment.

From the day I met you, I never suffered again.

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Baggage by Evelyn Colbath

Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed,
All nicely tucked in my warm new bed.
I'd like to open my baggage
Lest I forget,
There is so much to carry-
So much to regret.
Hmm... Yes, there it is, right on the top
Let's unpack Loneliness, Heartache and Loss
And there by my leash hides Fear and 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 will you just look at my things -
And take me right back?
Do you have the time to help me unpack?
To put away my baggage,
To never repack?
I pray that you do - I'm so tired you see,
But I do come with baggage -

Will you still want me?

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"The Best Place to Bury a Dog"  
By Ben Hur Lampman from the Portland Oregonian Sept. 11th 1925

  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 frontier 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 bent 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 which is well worth the knowing.

 "The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master."

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To My Beloved Master   author unknown

 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 your parcels, I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care.
I want to reassure 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
"Goodnight, 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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 To my dogs: 
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...
  
author unknown

    1. I love thee agreeably - enough to let your stinky dog hide on
       the bed after a run through damp leaves, mud and slug infested
       gardens.

    2. I love thee steadfastly - enough to devote a year to raising you
       from a wobbly speck into a strong healthy adult (who promptly
       attempts to seize control).

    3. I love thee passionately - despite your repeated efforts to
       probe my ears, eyes and mouth with the same tongue you use for
       various other atrocities. 

    4. I love thee well - despite the amazing odors you produce.

    5. I love thee deeply - though you use me as a napkin at every
       opportunity.

     6. I love thee madly - despite the various bodily functions you
       have performed at inappropriate moments - in inappropriate
       places.

     7. I love thee constantly - despite the dog "bladder curfew" I have
      lived by for many years. 

    8. I love thee truly - despite the "doggie land mines" hidden in
       the grass.

    9. I love thee absolutely - because you never (well, hardly ever)
       hog the remote control.

   10. I love thee gratefully - because you stay by my side (or on my
       side).

   11. I love thee devotedly - more than clean carpeting, clothing,
       furniture, floors or walls.

   12. I love thee bravely - enough to battle the indomitable flea and
          tick on your behalf.

   13. I love thee monetarily - enough to put the vet's children
       through college.

   14. I love thee openly - I will bear any embarrassment for your
      furry sake.

   15. I love thee totally -more than free time, excess cash or a
       predictable life.

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My Gift To Jesus-a dog   by Jane L. Sears

I wish that someone had given little Jesus a dog
as loyal as mine
to sleep by His manger and gaze in His eyes
and adore Him for being divine.

As Our Lord grew to manhood, His own faithful dog
would have followed Him all through the day
while he preached to the crowds and made the sick well
and knelt in the Garden to pray.

It is sad to remember that Christ went away
to face death alone and apart,
with no tender dog following close behind
to comfort its Master's heart.

And when Jesus rose on that Easter morn,
how happy He would have been
as His dog kissed
His hand and barked its delight
for the One who died for all men!

Well, the Lord has a dog now; I just sent him mine,
the old pal so dear to me.
And I smile through the tears on this first day alone,
knowing they're in eternity.

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Things Dogs Must Try To Remember.... author unknown

I will not play tug-of-war with Dad's underwear when he's on the toilet.
The garbage collector is NOT stealing our stuff
I do not need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm lying under the coffee table.
I will not roll my toys behind the fridge.
I must shake the rainwater out of my fur BEFORE entering the house.
I will not eat the cats' food, before or after they eat it.
I will stop trying to find the few remaining pieces of clean carpet in the house when I am about to throw up.
I will not throw up in the car.
I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc.
"Kitty box crunchies" are not food.
I will not eat any more socks and then redeposit them in the backyard after processing.
The diaper pail is not a cookie jar.
I will not wake Mommy up by sticking my cold, wet nose up her bottom end.

I will not chew my human's toothbrush and not tell them.
I will not chew crayons or pens, especially not the red ones, or my people will think I am hemorrhaging.
When in the car, I will not insist on having the window rolled down when it's raining outside.
We do not have a doorbell. I will not bark each time I hear one on TV.
I will not steal my Mom's underwear and dance all over the back yard with it.
The sofa is not a face towel. Neither are Mom & Dad's laps.
My head does not belong in the refrigerator.
I will not bite the officer's hand when he reaches in for Dad's driver's license and car registration.

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There's Always Room for One More   author unknown

I see by his coat he must be a stray,
the untidy look gives him away.
He's lost his will and is so thin
hasn't eaten, since God knows when.
I know as I coax him through the door,
There's always room for one more.

The other night in the freezing rain,
That little female came again.
Matted and soaked crying in need,
lost and alone with babies to feed.
Her pleading eyes I couldn't ignore,
There's always room for one more.

There's a new face on the docks today,
hungry but clean, to our dismay,
I stroked her head, her body rippled,
when she got up, I saw she was crippled
she started to go, but fell on the floor.
There's always room for one more.

There's the poor doggy standing in the rain.
I've tried to entice him, time and again.
One ear's lopsided, the other's been torn,
Blind in one eye, lost and forlorn.
He's coming now, so I'll open the door.
There's always room for one more.

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Prayer of a Stray author unknown    

Dear God, Please send me somebody who'll care!
I'm tired of running, I'm sick with despair.
  My body is aching, it's so racked with pain,
And Dear God, I pray as I run in the rain,
  That someone will love me and give me a home.
A warm cozy bed and a big juicy bone.
  My last owner tied me all day in the yard
Sometimes with no water and God that was hard!
  So I chewed my leash God, and I ran away
To rummage in garbage and live as a stray.
  But now God, I'm tired and hungry and cold.
And I'm so afraid that I'll never grow old.
  They've chased me with sticks and hit me with stones
While I run the streets just looking for bones!
  I'm not really bad God, Please help if you can,
For I have become just a "Victim of Man!"
  I'm wormy Dear God, and I'm ridden with fleas and
All that I want is an owner to please!
  If you find one for me God, I'll try to be good
And I won't chew their shoes, but I'll do as I should.
  I'll love them, protect them and try to obey
When they tell me to sit, to lie down or to stay!
  I don't think I'll make it too long on my own,
Cause I'm getting so weak and I'm so all alone.
  Each night as I sleep in the bushes I cry,
Cause I'm so afraid God, that I'm gonna die!
  And I've got so much love and devotion to give,
That I should be given a new chance to live.
  So Dear God PLEASE, Please answer my Prayer and
Send me somebody who WILL really care...
  That is, Dear God, If YOU'RE REALLY there!

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Ten Commandments for a Responsible Dog Owner Author unknown

1.  My life is likely to last 10 to 15 years. Any separation from you will be very painful.
2.  Give me time to understand what you want of me.         
3.  Place your trust in me -- it is crucial for my well-being.           
4.  Don't be angry with me for long, and don't lock me up as punishment. You have your work,your friends, your entertainment. I have only you.
5.  Talk to me. Even if I don't understand your words, I understand you voice when it's speaking to me.
6.  Be aware that however you treat me, I'll never forget it.
7.  Before you hit me, remember that I have teeth that could easily crush the bones in your hand,but I choose not to bite you.
8.  Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right food, I've been out in the sun too long, or my heart may be getting old and weak.
9.  Take care of me when I get old. You, too, will grow old.
10.  Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say "I can't bear to watch it" or "Let it happen in my absence." Everything is easier for me if you are there. Remember, I love you.

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Alone Again author unknown

I wish someone would tell me what it is that I've done wrong.
  Why I've had to stay chained up and left alone so long.
They seemed so glad to have me when I came here as a pup.
  There were so many things we'd do while I was growing up.
They couldn't wait to train me as companion and as a friend.
  And told me how they'd never fear being left alone again.
The children said they'd feed me and brush me every day.
  They'd play with me and walk me if only I could stay.
But now the family "hasn't time"; they often say I shed.
  They do not want me in the house, not even to be fed.
The children never walk me. They always say, "Not now!"
  I wish that I could please them. Won't someone tell me how?
All I had, you see, was love. I wish they would explain.
  Why they said they wanted me, then left me on a chain. 

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Dog's Plea author unknown

Treat me kindly, my beloved friend, 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 though I should lick your
hand between 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
footstep 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 bitter elements. I ask no greater
glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for I cannot tell you when I suffer 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, willing 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 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 with the last breath I draw that my fate was always safest in
your hands.

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If You Can?   author unknown

If you can start the day without caffeine,
If you can get going without pep pills,

If you can always be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains,
If you can resist complaining and boring people with your troubles,

If you can e at the same food everyday and be grateful for it,
If you can understand when loved ones are too busy to give you any time,

If you can forgive a friend's lack of consideration,
If you can overlook it when those you love take it out on you when,
no fault of yours,something goes wrong,

If you can take criticism and blame without resentment,
If you can ignore a friend's limited education and never correct him,
If you can resist treating a rich friend better than a poor friend,

If you can face the world without lies and deceit,
If you can conquer tension without medical help,

If you can relax without liquor,
If you can sleep without the aid of drugs,

If you can say honestly that deep in your heart you have not prejudice
against creed or color, religion or politics,

Then, my friend, you are almost as good as your DOG.
Almost, but not quite.

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The Rainbow Bridge author unknown

There is a bridge connecting heaven and earth. It is called the

Rainbow Bridge because of its many colors.  Just this side of the
Rainbow Bridge there is a land of meadows, hills and valleys with
lush green grass.
When a beloved pet dies, the pet goes to this place.  There is always

food and water and warm weather. The old and frail animals are
young again. Those who are maimed are made whole again. They
play all day with each other. There is only one thing missing. They
are not with their special  person who loved them so much on earth.
So, each day, they run and play until the day comes when one
suddenly stops playing and looks up!
The nose twitches! The ears are up! The eyes are staring! And this

one suddenly runs from the group.
You have been seen, and when you and your special friend meet,

you take her in your arms and embrace, our face is kissed again
and again, and you look once more into the eyes of your trusting pet.
Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together, NEVER again to be separated.

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A Prayer for Animals   by Albert Schweitzer

Hear our humble prayer,
O God,
for our friends, the animals,
especially for those who are suffering:
for any that are lost or deserted
or frightened or hungry.

We entreat for them all
Thy mercy and pity,
and for those who deal with them,
we ask a heart of compassion
and gentle hands and kindly words.

Make us, ourselves,
to be true friends to animals
and so to share
the blessings
of the merciful.

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Dog Property Laws author unknown

1. If I like it, it's mine.
2. If it's in my mouth, it's mine.
3. If I can take it from you, it's mine.
4. If I had it a little while ago, it's mine.
5. If it's mine, it must never appear to be yours in any way.
6. If I'm chewing something up, all the pieces are mine.
7. If it just looks like mine, it's mine.
8. If I saw it first, it's mine.
9. If you are playing with something and you put it down, it automatically
becomes mine.
10. If it's broken, it's yours.

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The Angel Poem, dedicated to Tracey, Lakes Region Humane Society

Let us never forget our mission,
And those who give their all to the cause.
Saving the world,
And even our own portion of it,
Seems overwhelming at times.
But while others choose apathy, 
We choose compassion.
It's because we realize there's a different part of Heaven waiting for us-
We get to cross the Rainbow Bridge....

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The Animals Savior by Jim Willis

I looked at all the caged animals in the shelter...the cast-offs of human
society.

I saw in their eyes love and hope,
fear and dread, sadness and
betrayal. And I was angry.

"God", I said, "this is terrible! Why
don't you do something?"

God was silent for a moment, and
then He spoke softly. "I have done something", he replied. "I created you."

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Wellness Tips we can learn from a Dog  Author unknown

Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joy ride.
Let the experience of fresh air in your face be pure ecstasy.
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
Let others know when they've invaded your territory.
When it's in your best interests, practice obedience.
Take naps and stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Eat with gusto and enthusiasm.
Be loyal.
Never pretend to be something you're not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lay under a shady tree.
When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
If you're scolded, don't buy into the guilt thing, run right back and make friends.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.

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 Doggy Dictionary.... author unknown

 Bicycles: Two-wheeled exercise machines invented for dogs to control body fat. To get maximum aerobic benefit, you must hide behind a bush and dash out, bark loudly and run alongside for a few yards; the person then swerves and falls into the bushes, and you prance away.

  Bump: The best way to get your human's attention when they are drinking a fresh cup of coffee or tea.

  Deafness: This is a malady that affects dogs when their person wants them in and they want to stay out. Symptoms include staring blankly at the person, then running in the opposite direction, or lying down.

  Dog Bed: any soft, clean surface, such as the white bedspread in the guest room or the newly upholstered couch in the living room.

  Drool: Is what you do when your persons have food and you don't. To do this properly you must sit as close as you can and look sad and let the drool fall to the floor, or better yet, on their laps.

  Garbage Can: A container which your neighbors put out once a week to test your ingenuity. You must stand on your hind legs and try to push the lid off with your nose. If you do it right you are rewarded with margarine wrappers to shred, beef bones to consume and moldy crusts of bread.

  Lean: Every good dog's response to the command "sit !", especially if your person is dressed for an evening out. Incredibly effective before black-tie events.

  Leash: A strap which attaches to your collar, enabling you to lead your person where you want him/her to go.

  Love: Is a feeling of intense affection given freely and without restriction. The best way you can show your love is to wag your tail. If you're lucky a human will love you in return.

  Sofas: Are to dogs like napkins are to people. After eating it is polite to run up and down the front of the sofa and wipe your whiskers clean.

  Thunder: This is a signal that the world is coming to an end. Humans remain amazingly calm during thunderstorms, so it is necessary to warn them of the danger by trembling uncontrollably, panting, rolling your eyes wildly, and following at their heels.

Wastebasket:  This is a dog toy filled with paper, envelopes, and old candy wrappers.  When you get bored, turn over the basket and strew the papers all over the house until your person comes home.

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How Could You? by Jim Willis, Copyright 2001

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was bad, youd shake your finger at me and ask How could you? - but then youd relent, and roll me over for a belly rub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because ice cream is bad for dogs, you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.

She, now your wife, is not a dog person - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a prisoner of love.

As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touchbecause your touch was now so infrequentand I would have defended them with my life if need be.

I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered yes and changed the subject. I had gone from being your dog to just a dog, and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. Youve made the right decision for your family, but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said I know you will find a good home for her. They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with papers. You had to pry your sons fingers loose from my collar as he screamed No, Daddy! Please dont let them take my dog! And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.

After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked How could you?

They are all attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was youthat you had changed your mindthat this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.

I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.

She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured, How could you?

Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said Im so sorry. She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldnt be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myselfa place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my How could you? was not directed at her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.

May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

 The End

~~~~~~ A note from the author:

If How Could You? brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly owned pets who die each year in Americas shelters. Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a non-commercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice. Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay & neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals.

 

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