A Poem

                         I lost a treasured friend
                         The little dog who used to lay
                         His gentle head upon my knee
                         And share his silent thoughts with me...
                         He'll come no longer to my call
                         Retrieve no more his favorite ball
                         A voice far greater than my own
                         Has called him to His golden throne.
                         Although my eyes are filled with tears,
                         I thank Him for the happy years
                         He let him spend down here with me
                         And for his love and loyalty.
                         When it is time for me to go
                         And join him there, this much I know...
                         I shall not fear the transient dark
                         For he will greet me with his bark.
                         ......................Author unknown


 

HEALING

                               ~Christine S. Lamb~
                                I was coming apart.
                              She had died so suddenly
                                I was not prepared.
                              Would I ever have been?
                             I couldn't bear going home
         Or anywhere else that held a memory of how it was when we went there together.
                          But I couldn't bear being so alone.
                        People were becoming frightend for me.
                         I was becoming frightened for myself.
                               I missed her so much.
                              I had loved her so much.
                             I couldn't ever replace her.
                                What was I to do?
                                I needed something
                             Maybe another could help
                               It would be company
                      Maybe if it didn't remind me too much of her
                          I could never love like I loved her.
                            I'll just check the situation out
                                See what's there...
                                    Oh, look
                                   How sweet
                                    How sad
                                  How skinny
                             Bless this little one's heart
                                  So much pain
                                 So much terror
                                  So much need
                                  So much love.
                                   Hello, Jake
                                 Welcome home!

 

                                Christmas Returns

                               ~Pam Posey-Tanzey~
                         Santa come quietly long before dawn
                      While shops are still busy and lights are still on
                    While dinners are simmering and kitchens are warm
                     And children count presents they'll open by morn.
                        He slips past the trees in windows aglow
                           Through the gate to the back yard
                                As icy winds blow
                          To find the pup he brought last year
                              Chained up in the snow
                             And kneeling, he whispers,
                              "Are you ready to go?"
                      There are too many stops like this one tonight
                        Before the beginning of his regular flight.
                        He leaves not a note or footprint in sight
                              Just an unbuckled collar
                             On a cold Christmas night

 
 

                            ~Title and Author Unknown~

                        When I'm done, release me, let me go...
                        You mustn't tie yourself to me with tears.
                 You can only guess how much you gave me in happiness...
                      Grieve for me a while, if you grieve you must
                       Then let your grief be comforted by trust...
                      And then when you must come this way alone,
                           I'll greet you with a lick and bark,
                                "Welcome home."

 

 The Cry Of The Wolf


                            Wild and free, a spirit passing,
                         Roams the forest and travels the mind.
                            Strong willed, strong at heart,
                            Protector of the wild and free.
                        Statue of honor perched atop a mountain,
                          Eyes focused on everything around.
                         Sounds in the distance, always ready.
                             Guides the young to safety.
                               The cry of the wolf,
                             Cries out warning and joy.
                             Moves within its territory,
                                 Silent and sleek.
                                A vision of courage,
                                 A will to survive.
   ~GravyDave~
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