I died today. You got tired of me and took me to the shelter. They were overcrowded and I drew an unlucky number. I am in a black plastic bag in a landfill now. Some other puppy will get the barely used leash you left. My collar was dirty and too small, but the lady took it off before she sent me to the Rainbow Bridge.
Would I still be at home if I hadn't chewed your shoe? I didn't know what it was, but it was leather, and it was on the floor. I was just playing. You forgot to get puppy toys.
Would I still be at home if I had been housebroken? Rubbing my nose in what I did only made me ashamed that I had to go at all. There are books and obedience teachers that would have taught you how to teach me to go to the door.
Would I still be at home if I hadn't brought fleas into the house? Without anti-flea medicine, I couldn't get them off of me after you left me in the yard for days.
Would I still be at home if l hadn't barked? I was only saying, "I'm scared, I'm lonely, I'm here, I'm here! I want to be your best friend."
Would I still be at home if I had made you happy? Hitting me didn't make me learn how.
Would I still be at home if you had taken the time to care for me and to teach manners to me? You didn't pay attention to me after the first week or so, but I spent all my time waiting for you to love me.
I died today.
Love,
Your Puppy
We have a secret, you and I,
That no one else shall know,
For who, but I can see you lie,
Each night, in fireglow?
And who but I can reach my hand
Before we go to bed,
And feel the living warmth of you
And touch your silken head?
And only I walk woodland paths,
And see, ahead of me,
Your small form racing wit the wind,
So young again, and free.
And only I can see you swim
In every brook I pass.
And, when I call, no one but I
Can see the bending grass.
Author Unknown
God promised at the birth of time, a special friend to give,his
time on earth is short, he said, so love him while he lives.
It may be six or seven years, or twelve or then sixteen, but will you,
till I call him back, take care of him for
me?
A wagging tail and cold wet nose, and silken velvet ears, a heart as
big as all outdoors, to love you through the
years.
His puppy ways will gladden you, and antics bring a smile, as guardian
or friend he will, be loyal all the while.
He'll bring his charms to grace your life, and though his stay be brief,
when he's gone the memories, are solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return, but lessons
only a dog can teach, I want you each
to learn.
Whatever love you give to him, returns in triple measure, follow his
lead and gain a life, brim full of simple
pleasure.
Enjoy each day as it comes, allow your heart to guide, be loyal and
steadfast in love, as the dog there by your side.
Now will you give him all your love, nor think the labor vain, nor
hate me when I come to call, to take him
back again?
I fancy each of us would say, "Dear Lord, thy will be done, for all
the joy this day shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run."
"We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may, and
for the happiness we've known, forever grateful stay."
"But shall the angels call for him, much sooner than we've planned,
we'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand."
Author Unknown