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by Nellie on 22 February 2012 - 10:02
R.I.P Beautiful kali!!!
by 3Shep2 on 22 February 2012 - 11:02
May your memories keep your hearts strong.
Deb
by flygirl55 on 22 February 2012 - 13:02
I will lend you for a while, a German Shepherd pup, God said,
For you to love him while he lives, and mourn him when he's dead.
Maybe for twelve or fourteen years, or maybe two or three,
But will you, 'till I call him back, take care of him for me.
He'll bring his charms to gladden you and should his stay be brief,
You'll always have his memories as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return
But there are lessons taught below I want this pup to learn.
I've looked the whole world over in search of teachers true,
And from the folk that crowd's life's land, well I have chosen you.
Now will you give him all your love, Nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to take my Shepherd back again.
I fancied that I heard them say "Dear Lord Thy Will be Done,"
For all the joys this pup will 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 should you call him back, much sooner than we've planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand.
If, by our love, we've managed, your wishes to achieve,
In memory of him we loved, to help us while we grieve,
When our faithful friend departs this world of strife,
We'll have yet another German Shepherd and love him all his life.
by Silbersee on 22 February 2012 - 13:02
Chris
by Blitzen on 22 February 2012 - 14:02
by Ninja181 on 22 February 2012 - 14:02
One can only hope we are re-united (with our dogs) when we pass. If that is true heaven is going to have to have a lot of dog food.
by Zep on 22 February 2012 - 20:02
by Smiley on 22 February 2012 - 20:02
by Abby Normal on 22 February 2012 - 23:02
A beautiful tribute, to a beautiful girl.
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am sunlight on the ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
by Spooks on 23 February 2012 - 07:02
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