Jamie's Family and Friends
Pictures Of Our Precious Pets
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A DOG'S PLEA
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 might lick your
hand between 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 the sound of your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.
Please take me inside when it is cold and wet (and hot), for I am 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 and/or air condition.
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 roam 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 I no longer enjoy good
health, hearing and sight, do not make heroic efforts to keep me going. I am not having any fun.
Please see that my trusting life is taken gently. I shall leave
this Earth knowing with the last breath I draw that my fate was always safest in your hands.
Ann Landers
From her book
"Wake Up and Smell the Coffee!!"
Dogs Don't Have Souls, Do They?
I remember bringing you home. You were so small and cuddly with your
tiny paws and soft fur.
You bounced around the room with eyes flashing and ears flopping.
Once in a while, you'd let out a yelp just to let me know this was
your territory.
Making a mess of the house and chewing on everything in sight became a
passion, and when I scolded you, you just put your head down and
looked up at me with those innocent eyes, as if to say, "I'm sorry,
but I'll do it again as soon as you're not watching."
As you got older, you protected me by looking out the window and
barking at everyone who walked by.
When I had a tough day at work, you would be waiting for me with your
tail wagging just to say, "Welcome home. I missed you." You never
had a bad day, and I could always count on you to be there for me.
When I sat down to read the paper and watch TV, you would hop on my
lap, looking for attention. You never asked for anything more than to
have me pat your head so you could go to sleep with your head over my
leg.
As you got older, you moved around more slowly. Then, one day, old
age finally took its toll, and you couldn't stand on those wobbly legs
anymore. I knelt down and patted you lying there, trying to make you
young again. You just looked up at me as if to say you were old and
tired and that after all these years of not asking for anything, you
had to as me for one last favor.
With tears in my eyes, I drove you one last time to the vet. One last
time, you were lying next to me.
For some strange reason, you were able to stand up in the animal
hospital; perhaps it was your sense of pride.
As the vet led you away, you stopped for an instant, turned your head
and looked at me as if to say, "Thank you for taking care of me."
I thought, "No, thank you for taking care of me."
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