I SEE YOU...A Dogs Prayer

                                                      

                                                          A Dogs Prayer

Treat me kindly, my beloved friend, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.

 

Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me learn.

 

Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footsteps fall upon my waiting ear.


Please take me inside when it is cold and wet, for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer accustomed to bitter elements. I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.

And, my friend, when I am very old and no longer enjoy good health, hearing and sight, do not make heroic efforts to keep me going. I shall leave this earth knowing that with the last breath that I draw, that my fate was always safest in your hands...

I will always be your best friend.

                                                         --Unknown Author  


 

I SEE YOU....Snowy Girl

On Sunday, November 8th 2015 while I was writing post #5 about my dog Sunday and his mother Snowy, unknowingly 3,000 miles away my sister in New England was contemplating putting down her love, Snowy, a 15 year old snow white poodle---due to failing health. I wrote whilst my sister tried to abate the emotional and mental convulsions that attempted to possess her.

Snowy greeted everyone. Her stout body contorted with joy and happiness, her under bite smile sparkled with excitement, she was a doting mother and a fierce protector of my sister. At the age of three, Snowy brought four babies into the world, two would stake claim on the hearts of me and another sister down south. We spent the last 12 years watching Mama Snowy and Papa Buddy grow older, as their lineage continued to bring joy, love and comfort to others.

But Snowy's health at 15 became precarious. My sister observed her beloved girl struggle seeing, walking and remembering. And on Sunday November 8th 2015, Snowy would take her final compromised breath and leave this earth. Within moments my sister headed home in a cold, dark, empty car images of her girl swirling around her head. The still warm blanket permeated the car with her scent. But Snowy...she was bouncing her way off to Heaven where she skipped through the cottony clouds, her ears swaying with the breeze of freedom.

When she reached Heavens Gate she was greeted by a pack of dogs who eagerly awaited the bevy of stories from her fulfilling life on earth as Snowy Girl. The first to greet her were the dogs born into our family decades earlier; Lady, Sandy, Jackie, Smokey, Luv and Spookey. They listened intently as she reminisced. They showered her with approval and adoration for living such an exciting and courageous life, for loving unconditionally, forgiving, and being a great friend. They escorted her over to a thin, gentle bald man draped in a brown linen gown with a rope tied around his waist, St. Francis of Assisi, and waving an extended arm welcomed her to his flock.

Snowy was no longer handicapped by age, girth or failing eyes and heart. And as St. Francis stepped back, Snowy saw a garden of dogs of all shapes, sizes and colors with sheer white wings fluttering on their backs. They were immersed in ham bones, chocolate chips, chicken livers, greenies, sirloin tip and ice cream. Her body was young and pain free again, her eyes as clear as Tiffany goblets. Snowy skipped---then leapt over to Heavens feast where she found a home---with a new, immortal family. A pale pink satin ribbon cascaded from her chest, it scrolled down her legs and paws and drifted thousands of miles away. It is invisible to humans, but the other end is attached to my sisters heart, where they remain bound by love and devotion...until they meet again.
--R. B. STUART



       We'll see you soon girl...Thank you for spreading the love....Love Aunty   xoxoxo


                                                            Snowy Girl #6

                                                     Sunday & Mama Snowy

                                          
                                                 Mama Snowy & Papa Buddy

                             
                                                               Snowy Girl
                                        May You Howl at the Moon in Peace
                                       11 September 2000 ~ 8 November 2015
                                                            Bye Girl.... xoxo
  

I SEE YOU....Friday

In 2013 at the age of 3, a Jack Russell named Friday, had unknowingly become family-less and within months...homeless. His owner, a friend of mine, had died from Cancer and even though her family promised to take him....didn't. Her children adored him and wanted the little character---but their father didn't. I scoured websites, grilled local residents, placed rescue ads, asked her friends....no one wanted the active, muscular, happy-go-lucky, professor like Mr. Friday. Until friends of her neighbors said there may be a home on the West Coast with a family of two other Jack Russell's. I was hopeful, but his mistrust of men and lingering fears, might pose a wedge between him and the caring couple.

Friday was standoffish and was ready to show his boyish, awkward domination with a few humps...but it didn't deter them. They had another corner of love in their heart to give this misunderstood mighty boy with a water obsession. During a week of visits.... I severed my emotional bonds so they could birth new ones. And alas he was on the seat of a 747 en route to his new home....where they could guide him, teach him, train him and patiently learn to know and understand his quirks and foibles. In the interim Friday has nuzzled his way into the hearts and lives of a forever family and has begun living his second chapter.          ---R. B. STUART

                                                                      

                                                               Friday  #3