| PRAYER FOR A SICK STRAY ----------------------- A four-legged friend has suddenly become ill she's running a temperature and has a bad chill She's roaming our streets with nowhere to stay watch over her Lord please guide her my way I'll take her and keep her; I'll make her well she'll be fit as a fiddle; and loud as a bell I promise to watch over her and give her a loving home she'll be happy and safe; she won't have to roam So this I ask of you; I beg of you; I pray Lord watch over her and please; guide her my way John Quealy ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, A Note to All our Friend(s) who wait at Rainbow Bridge ------------------------------------------------------ Time has past since that dreadful day when the Lord decided to take you away The emptiness still lingers from time to time but when I think about you I know I'll be fine You were more than just pets you were our best friends Faithful companions from beginning to end With your friendly bark and wagging tail you never showed if you ailed Running and playing morning to night never a mean growl or a bite We wish you were still here right by our side but you'll always be with us deep down inside We gave you a home and you gave us your heart there is no way we will ever part The love that you showed us we'll never forget We'll love you forever; You are our Pets John Quealy |
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| Saying Goodbye The time has come to say"Good-Bye", How I loved you,now please don't cry: My body is tired,I'm aged and old, Life with you was paved with gold. For every purr or wag of tail. Think of me,if you will: Always hold our love so dear, Think of me and I'll be there. I'll be gone from sight but not from heart, In this way we will never part: I was yours and you were mine, Please hug me one more time. I see the Bridge,I'm gonna go, Paw in hand,we will walk slow: Listen Momma,do you hear? The barks of joy from over there. Here they come inpaits of three, I'm gonna sleep here on your knee: When I awake I know there will be, No pain or sickness left for me. By Alta O'Neil |
| The Furkid was old and shabby and grey and bent with the chill of the cold,cold,day.The streets were wet with a recent show and the Furbabies feet were aged and slow. She stood at the croosing and waited long,alone,uncared for,amid the thong of the human beings who passed her by,nor heeded the glance of her anxious eye. Down the street with laughter and shout,glad in the freedom of"school let out"came the boys like flocks of sheep,Hailing the snow piled white and deep. Past the Furbaby so old and afraid,hastened the children along their way. None offered a helping hand to her....so meek,so timid,afraid to stir.Lest the carriage wheels or the horses feet should run her down in the slippery street. Atlast came one of the merry troup,The gayest lad of all the group:He paused beside her and wispered low,"Ill help you cross if you wish to go". Her tired head on strong arm she placed,and so,without hurt or harm,He guided her trembling feet along,Proud that his own were firm and strong. Then back again to his friends he went,His young heart happy and well content.'She was somebodys Furbaby boys you know,for all she is ages,and ill,and slow. I hope some fellow will lend a hand,to help my Furbaby,you understand."If ever she is ill,and old,and grey,when her dear boy is far away". And "somebodys mother"bowed low her head in her home that night,and the prayer she barked was"God be kind to that noble boy,Who is some Furbabies pride and joy". Later that night when everyone slept the screaming of breaks and loud,loud,laughter awakened an elderly gentleman nearby. Someone had tossed a box from the vehicle and as the box began moving he seen what he thought to be a momma cat with kittens. Dressing as rapidly as possible he walked over to the box lying on the street. Inside all he found was one tiny baby,the rest were gone to suffer whatever fate that was to come. PLEASE,PLEASE,ANIMALS are not to be discarded as yesterdays garbage. They have feelings to.They get hungry,cold,afraid,and they need someone to love them. WHY DON'T YOU BE THAT PERSON? By Alta O'Neil |