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On November 24th we had to make that unmitigatedly awful and not so decision to let him go.
How can we sum up Bailey other than to state the obvious with his large
fan base in NY, RI and Toronto he was an awesome dog and a terrific
companion!
He lived a great life, entering and leaving with style.
I am Your Dog... (Author Unknown)
January 27th 2007 4:29 pm
I am your dog, and I have a little something I'd like to whisper in your ear.
I know that you humans lead busy lives. Some have to work, some have
children to raise. It always seems like you are running here and there,
often much too fast, often never noticing the truly grand things in
life.
Look down at me now, while you sit there at your computer. See the way
my dark brown eyes look at yours? They are slightly cloudy now. That
comes with age. The gray hairs are beginning to ring my soft muzzle.
You smile at me; I see love in your eyes. What do you see in mine? Do
you see a spirit? A soul inside, who loves you as no other could in the
world?
A spirit that would forgive all trespasses of prior wrong doing for just a simple moment of your time?
That is all I ask. To slow down, if even for a few minutes to be with me.
So many times you have been saddened by the words you read on that
screen, of other of my kind, passing. Sometimes we die young and oh so
quickly, sometimes so suddenly it wrenches your heart out of your
throat.
Sometimes, we age so slowly before your eyes that you may not even seem
to know until the very end, when we look at you with grizzled muzzles
and cataract clouded eyes. Still the love is always there, even when we
must take that long sleep, to run free in a distant land.
I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here next week. Someday you
will shed the water from your eyes, that humans have when deep grief
fills their souls, and you will be angry at yourself that you did not
have just "One more day" with me. Because I love you so, your sorrow
touches my spirit and grieves me. We have NOW, together.
So come, sit down here next to me on the floor, and look deep into my
eyes. What do you see? If you look hard and deep enough we will talk,
you and I, heart to heart. Come to me not as "alpha" or as "trainer" or
even "Mom or Dad," come to me as a living soul and stroke my fur and
let us look deep into another's eyes, and talk.
I may tell you something about the fun of chasing a tennis ball, or I
may tell you something profound about myself, or even life in general.
You decided to have me in your life because you wanted a soul to share
such things with.
Someone very different from you, and here I am.
I am a dog, but I am alive. I feel emotion, I feel physical senses, and
I can revel in the differences of our spirits and souls. I do not think
of you as a "Dog on two feet"- I know what you are. You are human, in
all of your quirkiness, and I love you still.
Now, come sit with me on the floor. Enter my world, and let time slow
down if only for 15 minutes. Look deep into my eyes, and whisper to my
ears. Speak with your heart, with your joy and I will know your true
self.
We may not have tomorrow, and life is oh so very short.
"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass . . . it's about learning how to dance in the rain."
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