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by angusmom on 29 August 2007 - 16:08
4pack, i am so sorry for your loss. god bless.

by waya on 29 August 2007 - 17:08
Hi 4pack i cant express how i felt when i saw you message apart from i know how you feel being a GSD owner and also having lost GSD's before. They are a very special breed who give so much love, I hope the following words help.
Take care.
by 1doggie2 on 29 August 2007 - 17:08
4 pack, I am so sorry for your loss. looking at your site makes me cry, I have one at home I am terrified to lose. I am so hoping I will have the courage to do what is right by him and not just what I want when the time comes.

by Renofan2 on 29 August 2007 - 18:08
4 pack. I am very sorry for your loss. Your pictures were beautiful and show how very much Trick was loved.
The Spirit of A German Shepherd Dog (author unknown)
I was standing on a hillside
In a field of blowing wheat
And the spirit of a German Shepherd Dog
Was lying at my feet.
He looked at me with kind dark eyes
An ancient wisdom shining through
And in the essence of his being
I saw love there too.
His mind did lock upon my heart
As I stood there on that day
And he told me of this story
About a place so far away.
I stood upon that hillside
In a field of blowing wheat
And in a twinkling of a second
His spirit left my feet.
His talk did put my heart at ease
My fears did fade away
About what lay ahead of me
On another distant day.
I live among God's creatures now
In the heavens of your mind
So do not grieve for me, my friend
As I am with my kind.
My collar is a rainbow's hue
My leash is a shooting star
My boundries are the Milky Way
Where I sparkle from afar.
There are no pens or kennels here
For I am not confined
But free to roam God's heavens
Among my Shepherd kind.
I nap the day on a snowy cloud
Gentle breezes rocking me
And dream the dreams of earthlings
And how it used to be.
The trees are full of liver treats
And tennis balls abound
And Milkbones line the walkways
Just waiting to be found.
There even is a ring set up
The grass all lush and green
And everyone who gaits around
Becomes the best of Breed.
For we're all winners in this place
We have no faults, you see
And God passes out those ribbons
To each one, even me.
I drink from waters laced with gold
My world a beauty to behold
And wise old dogs do form my pride
To amble at my very side.
At night I sleep in an angel's arms
Her wings protecting me
And moonbeams dance about us
As stardust falls on trees.
So when your life on earth is spent
And you stand at Heaven's gate
Have no fear of lonliness
For here, you know I wait.

by vonissk on 29 August 2007 - 18:08
4Pack so sorry for your loss. How well I know that pain................
by The Good Shepherd on 29 August 2007 - 19:08
God Bless you
Claudia and the pack
by Do right and fear no one on 29 August 2007 - 19:08
I can not recite any poems that are as beautiful as the ones above, but everytime I lose a dog friend, I am reminded of a line from the song "Mr. Bo Jangles" by the "Nitty Gritty Dirt Band". It goes like this:
"He spoke in tears of fifteen years,
how his dog and him, traveled about.
The dog up and died, just up and died,
and after twenty years he still grieved, still grieved."

by venzosmom on 29 August 2007 - 19:08
4Pack, I'm so sorry for you, Iknow how much your heart hurts . Take care, Katie
by spook101 on 29 August 2007 - 19:08
Nothing I can say except, I'm sorry and I understand how much it hurts.
by Sparrow on 29 August 2007 - 20:08
Dear 4Pack,
I know that pain all too well and it is unbearable. Cry your tears, feel your pain, do what you must to eventually move on. Even when you think you're getting better some small thing might set you off again. The pain comes rushing back along with the tears, let them fall. Your friend is still part of you and it is a long process to finally let go. You will smile remembering fondly the times you spent together, that will be the beginning of the healing process. I am still grieving my sweet boy, it's been five months and the wound is still fresh but I can think of him now and feel warm knowing I loved him enough to be able to let him go... so young, so much promise... We are all kindred in our love of these precious beings.
Your web site is a beautiful tribute. Cry, hurt, heal.
Warm regards,
Cindi
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