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Beau by Jimmy Stewart He never came to me when I would call Unless I had a tennis ball, Or he felt like it, But mostly he didn't come at all. When he was young He never learned to heel Or sit or stay, He did things his way. Discipline was not his bag But when you were with him things sure didn't drag. He'd dig up a rosebush just to spite me, And when I'd grab him, he'd turn and bite me. He bit lots of folks from day to day, The delivery boy was his favorite prey. The gas man wouldn't read our meter, He said we owned a real man-eater. He set the house on fire But the story's long to tell. Suffice it to say that he survived And the house survived as well. On the evening walks, and Gloria took him, He was always first out the door. The Old One and I brought up the rear Because our bones were sore. He would charge up the street with Mom hanging on, What a beautiful pair they were! And if it was still light and the tourists were out, They created a bit of a stir. But every once in a while, he would stop in his tracks And with a frown on his face look around. It was just to make sure that the Old One was there And would follow him where he was bound. We are early-to-bedders at our house-- I guess I'm the first to retire. And as I'd leave the room he'd look at me And get up from his place by the fire. He knew where the tennis balls were upstairs, And I'd give him one for a while. He would push it under the bed with his nose And I'd fish it out with a smile. And before very long He'd tire of the ball And be asleep in his corner In no time at all. And there were nights when I'd feel him Climb upon our bed And lie between us, And I'd pat his head. And there were nights when I'd feel this stare And I'd wake up and he'd be sitting there And I reach out my hand and stroke his hair. And sometimes I'd feel him sigh and I think I know the reason why. He would wake up at night And he would have this fear Of the dark, of life, of lots of things, And he'd be glad to have me near. And now he's dead. And there are nights when I think I feel him Climb upon our bed and lie between us, And I pat his head. And there are nights when I think I feel that stare And I reach out my hand to stroke his hair, But he's not there. Oh, how I wish that wasn't so, I'll always love a dog named Beau.
Oh where did all the year's go ?
When you were so furry and so small
A bundle of love from Heaven
When first we said "Hello" ~
And then the Journey did begin
From puppyhood to rings :
You worked so hard my precious dog
And brought home all the ribbon things
We traveled, loved, and played,
our bond growing deeper, day by day:
We walked, and ran, and sang a song
With me you knew, you would always stay ~
Oh the Journey that we shared
Will forever live.
Deeply embedded in my heart
My dog that always give's
I love your goofy smile,
As we shared our days away
You and me my dog,
Together ! We went all the way ~
You were there to hold my tear's
My laughter and my woe's
You were always there
But ! Soon it's time to let you go=20
You lay upon my feet right now=20
But, tomorrow another day,
Will it be then, my dear Lord ?
Oh No! that is what I pray ~
But, for you my dog, I know
I must somehow find the strength
To keep my promise to you
Remember ? we put that in the bank ~
And so, when that tomorrow comes
And we share our last hug and kiss
May you know now, my beloved dog:
How much you will be missed ~
I will set your spirit free
and you will soar upon the skies
To meet my family gone from Earth
You know, we never say "Good Bye"
And " Tomorrow" will come too soon
When I must let you go
With tears, sadness and sigh's
To that special place God only knows,
I know you will always be with me
Because we never say "GoodBye"
As I touch the chamber's of my heart
I will hear you sigh ~
SO, to you my " Beloved Dog"
we will never be apart
because you will always live
deeply in the chambers of my heart ~
Author, Sue Crandell
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WE WILL NEVER HAVE A GOLDEN LIKE YOU " SOMEDAY I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN" MY MISS SALLY.
I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It's possible for me, to be so near you everyday.Treat me kindly, my beloved master, 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 do.
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 footstep falls upon my waiting ear.
When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements. And I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth.
Though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land, for you are my god and I am your devoted worshipper.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that I might 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, beloved master, should the great master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest --- and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands."
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WE MISS YOU SO MUCH.
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WE MISS YOU SO MUCH "MY DEAR SCARLET"
WE HAD YOU FOR 4 YEARS N GONE WITH THE WIND WE LOST YOU........................
I MISS YOUR HUGS YOU GAVE ME VERY MORNING N EVERY EVENING
GOOD NITE MISS SCARLET N SWEET DREAMS" I LOVE YOU SO"
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AND THEY MISS THEM BOTH VERY MUCH.......................
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DINKY WAS A VERY SPECIAL FEMALE GOLDEN, SHE HAD MOVEMENT TO DIE FOR
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THIS IS A LETTER FROM GOD, WHEN A LITTLE GIRL WROTE TO HIM AFTER HER DOG DIED AT THE AGE OF 14, GIRL WAS 4 YRS OLD. FOUND IT ON FBOOK.
Dear Meredith,
Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help and I recognized her right away.
Abbey isn't sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I don't have any pockets to keep your picture in so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.
Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I'm easy to find. I am wherever there is love.
Love, God
Don't say you're too busy to forward this. Just go ahead and do it
By: Mark Castellano— with Kimarie Stanley, Rhonda McDowell, Linda Payne, Summer Bellew, Marie Foster, Jamey Groomes and Brianna Marie.
IT'S ALL ABOUT HONEY
Noon
I search for small span of shade
jut hot air, but freedom from indoors
two lunch items
first the sweet dessert
I am an adult
can make any choice I want
Wait to eat
homemade sandwich
alone
my beggin' ole dog Honey
is not here
Sharing food with my puppy
her dark expressive eyes say
"yes, this is the best it gets
feed me
pet me
love me"
and I do
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" THANK YOU MELODY"
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WE ALL MISS DUTCH,HUGS FROM HIS KIDS THAT HE MADE WITH GOLDENBEAR'S WIND BENEATH MY WINGS AKA SNOTTI
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YES I WILL MISS MY CHRISTMAS CARDS FROM THEM,BLAZE HAD SUCH A GREAT LIFE WITH THE HARTER'S
WE ALL MISS YOU BLAZE
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MISTER JESSIE IS A HALF BROTHER TO CH DALANE'S RAZIN CAINE ON ROUTE SIXTY SIX.
HIS mom is GOLDENBEARS FOREVER YOU N dad is GOLDMINERS MISTER JORDON.
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Sincerely,
Wanda Kupersmith
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“Never miss a chance to share laughs with those you love. . .
Life will give you enough time to share tears.”
" Dogs are real. So is the invisible part of us that, when we die, goes to a meadow this side of Rainbow Bridge and waits for those we love. When you come to us, we wag and dance and kiss-and cross the bridge with you to What Comes Next." ~Trixie Koontz
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WE WERE VERY LUCKY TO HAVE HIM AND NOW HE IS AT THE GOLDEN BRIDGE WITH ALL THE OTHER GOLDENS,PLAYING WITH THEIR TENNIS BALLS,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
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SHE DIED FROM A TRAGIC BOATING ACCIDENT
WE WILL MISS ITTY BITTY
SHE IS NOW AT THE GOLDEN BRIDGE
GOOD NITE ITTY.......................
Hey Sharon, thank you for your understanding. I miss Sandy so much. She was not an ordinary dog, not that any are. But I do think the love she got from Maddie every day as a baby made her more attuned to human love than most dogs. I cannot tell you how much of a hole there is in my life, my children, all who knew her. She was xtra special. My husband and I are still working thru the grief. Neither one of can even walk down the dock. You need to know that she was perfect, even more so because of her small size. She dominated Neville who weighs about 80 lbs now. And not in a negative way, just supremely confident and happy. John tells me every day how much he misses her. We had a funeral service that he totally orchestrated. It was sweet, poignant and heartbreaking all at once. I think it will be next spring/early summer before we think about another pup. Sandy was John's b'day present, although she became my dog. He needs to be able to be with the next pup w/o school interfering. My love to you. You are the best breeder I have ever met. Sandy was simply extraordinary.
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I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care.
I want to re-assure you, that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said " it's me."
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It's possible for me, to be so near you everyday.
To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew...
In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
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love to call it. The tail that never stopped being happy and knocking
everything off of the coffee tables.
Jay and his wife Holly Natoli from Arizona miss him greatly
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SHE WAS HER BEST FRIEND. LOVED TO SWIM N HIKE WITH HER.
BRITTA'S MOM WAS GOLDENBEARS WIND BENEATH MY WINGS (BREEZE)
LOOKED SO MUCH LIKE HER MOM BREEZE.
NOW THEY ARE TOGETHER AT THE GOLDEN BRIDGE.........................
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