Where do doggies go?
Where do doggies go when they die?
Do they just disappear?
Do we just say goodbye?
We'd like to believe they don't go away when we thought
all along forever they'd stay.
Because there's no answer, we just want to cry.
It makes us so sad when our own doggies die.
But sadness, like joy, is a feeling, that's all, just one of many,
some big and some small.
Loss is a big one and sadness is too.
When we lose loved ones, it's okay to feel blue.
There's no way to know when doggies die, where they will go,
or even why.
Imagining where we think they might go will help us to live
with what we don't know.
Maybe we'll imagine them as angels above, or smiling through
flowers, sending us love.
If they are angels and fly through the sky, they'll always
watch over us as time passes by.
If they are flowers that pop from the ground, they'll tell us in
color they're always around.
We decide in our hearts whatever is real, whatever we want,
whatever we feel.
So.... whether we want them to wave from the sky,or smile
through the flowers, we won't say goodbye.
Our doggies will live in the love that we feel, and remembering
their joy will help our hearts heal.

"Where love goes"  by Peggy Warren


A CATS PRAYER
 Although I am too proud to beg, and may appear to be a very
independent  creature, I ask for your loving care and attention.
I rely on you for my  well being much more than you may realize.

 This I promise you, my benefactor, that I will not be a burden
on you  nor will I demand more of you than you care to give.

 I will be a quiet peaceful island of serenity for you to gaze upon; a
 soft soothing body to caress, and I shall purr with pleasure to rest
 your weary ears.

 Since I am a gourmet who appreciates different taste sensations,
I pray  you will give me a variety of nutritious foods
and fresh water daily.

 You know dear friend, how I love to go. Allow me, I pray, a warm
 sheltered place where I can rest peacefully and feel secure.

 If I am wounded in battle or suffering from disease, please tend me
 gently, and see that I am treated by loving and competent hands.

 Please protect me from the inhuman humans who would
hurt and torture me
 for their own amusement. I am accustomed to your gentle
touch and am not
 always suspicious nor swift enough to avoid such malicious acts.

 In my later years when my senses fail me and my infirmities
become to  great to bear, allow me the comfort and dignity
that I desire for my  closing days and help me gently in
my pain or passing.

 Hear this prayer, my dear friend, my fate depends on you.

 I wish you all peace, love and light.

 Blessed be

 Pat Kansoer - Holistic Companion Feline Consultant
 http://www.cats-by-pat.com

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