"The Power of the Dog"

 
 

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From 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 beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
 

Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie --
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.
 

When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To 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 hat answered your every mood
Is 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?
                                        R.Kipling.

TWO LITTLE MIRACLES


 

You are my "Two Little Miracles", Little Abbi and Alex

I look into your eyes and know you've got a hold on my heart. Yes, a hold on my heart that not many dare have on this old battle scarred woman of fifty or so.
You've a hold on my heart cause you're only two left, only two two out of eight. Yes, eight little black bodies I helped bring to life.
 

Oh, Demi, how proud of eight perfect puppies, four boys and four girls.We cherished you and hugged you, took pictures and dreamed. But too soon, Oh too soon, things just were not right!.
First little Green girl and then pretty Pink girl, struggling for life, but life was not there. Neither for Mauve boy and Red boy too soon they did go. All unable to live.
Oh, how we prayed, cried and prayed, then consulted and prayed. How could this happen? What could we do?
The vets tried and tried, Orange girl soon followed. The vets just kept trying but said we'd loose all.
Your eyes, open by now were looking deep in my soul. The last little Blue boy, just three weeks of age. They said it was Herpes and there's nothing to do. We just couldn't take it, we just couldn't watch while little Yellow boy and Blue girl struggled and lost.
 

The vet took a look said he just had to try. Came the long week-end, no word from the vets. Beyond hope we all were, just waiting for the call -
Then came that call....... The call came and said we could pick you two up  'cause you were eating and such, wanting to go and so very alive!.
We all rushed to the vets with big lumps in our throats. They brought you two out and we just couldn't believe you were healthy and wiggling and licking our hands.
 

So to you Dear Abbigail and Alexander the Great - You two have a hold on this old lady's heart. A hold that's so great, just so great it won't break.
You are two Little Miracles just so precious to me - "Here's to you" our Dear Abbigail and Alexander the Great.

Submitted: Sun, 31 Aug 1997 02:53:59
From: sli@premier1.net (Sharon Ince)


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