In Loving Memory
In Memory of John Suhr a good friend and animal lover!
They leave their paw print on our hearts!Heading
When I can no longer wag my tail And walk with you along the sylvan trail You will know and I will know that it is time to go. When my body is weary and I can’t get up Before I loose my dignity and presence You will know and I will know it is time to go. I cannot talk to you and I cannot write to you My eyes and my face are my only way to tell you That I know and I know you know, it is time to go.
So remember me when I was a pup When I could romp and run When I was young and fun Now that I am on my side and can’t get up You know and I know, it is time to go. So give me one last hug Rub my old tired old head and feel my soft ears Shed a few tears for me, if I could cry I would do the same for you And you will know and I will know it is time to go. When I an gone tomorrow, remove my bowl Remove my toys and remove my bed Keep my picture beside your head Put me in your memory and say goodbye You and I know it is time to go It is best for you and for me to know when to go I can’t help myself; you must do it for me I don’t want to stay in this condition, nor would you It is too sad for you and too hard for me my dearest friend As difficult as it is for you to do I leave it up to you to know When it is time to go. I know that you know that I know It is now time for me to go.
Zack was always there, but never in the way. When you looked into his eyes you could see such compassion. He was a big dog with a big heart. Whenever you needed a hug he was there. He also made a good horse for our children to ride. I loved to see him run and swim with such freedom and no worries in the world. Zack was part of our family and we will miss him dearly!
Gentle eyes that see so much, paws that have the quiet touch, Purrs to signal “all is well” and show more love than words could tell. Graceful movements touched with pride, a calming presence by our side — A friendship that takes time to grow — Small wonder why we love them so.
~ Author Unknown ~
You were not always “Big Jake”. Once upon a time, you were the “Free to Good Home” puppy, who fit in the palm of our hands. Back then, you were “Little Jake”. Punkin became your surrogate mother, protecting you from all the others! It was not long before you outgrew her in size, growing and growing! Soon after, the doggie door had to be enlarged. A human could of fit through it. We didn’t worry… because we knew you would be on the other side of the door, protecting the house. What a sight you were to those meeting you for the first time! You loved to steal the toys from the little dogs and hide them all over. The littlest dog in the house became your wrestling partner till the very end, even though you outweighed her by 115 lbs, you were so cautious with your little buddy. My gentle giant, whose body took you from us too soon. Into the Lord’s arm’s, whole and healthy.. waiting for that time when we can be there, to cross the Rainbow Bridge together! Missing you till then my “Big Jake” Author: Anita R for Cris and Michelle Cox.
A Dog's Purpose (from a 6-year-old).Heading
Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog’s owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.
I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn’t do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.
As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.
The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker’s family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.
The little boy seemed to accept Belker’s transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker’s death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives. Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, ‘I know why.’
Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I’d never heard a more comforting explanation.
He said, ‘People are born so that they can learn how to live a good Life — like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?’ The six-year-old continued, ‘Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay as long.’