I’m free

Don’t grieve for me, for now I’m free.

I’m following the path God laid for me.

I took His hand when I heard Him call.

I turned my back and left it all.

I could not stay another day,

To laugh, to love, to work or play.

Tasks left undone must stay that way.

Gifts

They come to us, from shelters or friends or in any number of ways, these beings of fur or feather or other outer shells.

They come to us wanting only to be fed, sheltered, and loved. And we take them into our homes and our hearts.

They may have prized pedigrees, or they may be abandoned or abused and rough around the edges.

But there is something about them, some sort of light in their eyes that tells us they are meant for us.

And a sweet dance of love begins with our new friends.

We watch them delightedly discover their new home, laugh at the antics of kitten or puppy, smile as the former lost soul settles comfortably into our arms.

They become a beloved member of our family, a reminder of the uninhibited joy that we have often forgotten how to feel.

Why spay and neuter

(© Lili Chin)

 

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Grieving the death of a pet

I believe that the loss of a beloved companion animal is like no other loss because our relationships with animals are like no other. Our culture tells us that an animal companion is an engaging toy, and that our grief over its death is alarming and ill-paced. And our culture is just flat wrong. As a survivor of advanced cancer myself, I believe that the love and comfort of animals in great measure graced me with recovery. This being the case, I would not be one to take kindly to any cultural diminishment of our relationship with 'the other.' Bluntly put, 'Them's fightin' words' in my world. Animals are more to us than we know. Their partnership with us is a holy one that endures across a lifetime and possibly beyond.

 

(Susan Chernak McElroy, in “Grieving the Death of a Pet” by Betty J. Carmack)

 

Source

A place in heaven

Is there a place in Heaven

Where dog companions go

Before I'd want to go there

I'd really need to know

 

A being pure of spirit

And a being without sin

Is surely one that should be there

But does God let him in?

Puls messen

Quelle (informativer Artikel!): erste-hilfe-beim-Hund

You are my heart

You are my heart the gentle and loving side of me

that the pain of the world has not erased

 

You came to me

and gifted me with your unquestioning love

and restored my belief

 

God had sent me an angel

to lie beside me when the lonely darkness

kept me from sleep

A dog

'Tis a pity not to have a dog, for at the long day's end

The man or boy will know the joy of Welcome from a friend.

And whether he be rich or poor or much or little bring,

The dog will mark his step and bark as if he were a king.

 

Though gossips whisper now and then of faults they plainly see,

And some may sneer, from year to year my dog stays true to me.

He's glad to follow where I go, and though I win or fail

His love for me he'll let me see by wagging of his tail.

Toxic foods for dogs

(© Lili Chin)

 

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A poem for Max

When my dog Max died I felt blank inside,

he made me feel good when I had a frown,

but most of all, he was my dog.

I remember when I was little he would always wag his tail

and at night he always slept with me.

Even though my mom didn’t care for that,

and if I could I would,

I’d find him and bring him back today.

Voice of the voiceless

So many gods, so many creeds,

So many paths that wind and wind,

While just the art of being kind

Is all the sad world needs.

 

I am the voice of the voiceless;

Through me the dumb shall speak,

Till the deaf world's ear be made to hear

The wrongs of the wordless weak.

 

From street, from cage and from kennel,

From stable and zoo, the wail

Of my tortured kin proclaim the sin

Of the mighty against the frail.

A rescuer's creed

I shall be a believer of all that is good in man and of all that is

deserving in animals.

I shall plead for their lives, campaign for their safety and uphold their right to a natural death.

I shall seek out the injured and the maimed, the unloved, and the abandoned and tend to them in their last days.

I shall not forget their place in the hierarchy of life, nor that we walk in each other's paths. I shall bear witness to the wonder they bring into our lives and to the beauty they bestow upon our souls.

Severing the tie

It hurts to be the one

That had to make the choice

Your life rested in my hands

I had to be your voice

 

I hope you will forgive me

I had to sever the tie

I knew you wouldn’t leave me

You would never say goodbye

The premack principle

(© Lili Chin)

 

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Oh wisdom in your fur coat

Oh wisdom in your fur coat and whiskers.

What don't you know?

Sometimes I believe I have seen my soul searched in your eyes,

How much time passes between us without a word?

How much do you know that I've just begun to understand?

 

Spirit of grace

And humor

On all fours.

 

(Pam Reinke)

 

Source

Veterinarian

We think of him as someone who

Attends to dogs and cats;

Prescribes a little medicine

And gives them loving pats.

 

Who keeps them from distemper and

From rabies when they stray,

And boards our precious animals

The weeks we go away.

Magendrehung

Quelle (informativer Artikel!): erste-hilfe-beim-Hund

Riley

I thought about you earlier today but I didn't understand why.

I see your face when I look at her and everytime I cry.

 

I often find my self, calling her your name.

And I wish it were you every time we play a game.

 

You’ve helped my through some rough times, Lord, knows you were always there.

I used to think you look so smart, the way you’d sit and stare.

Paw prints in the sand

As I walk along the sea shore I remember times ago

When you and I would stroll along

With no particular place to go

 

We would run into the surf our wet feet covered with sand

I think about good times then

And wipe the tear with my hand

Exercise

(© Lili Chin)

 

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Walking the dog seems like fun to me

Dad said, The dog wants a walk.

 

Mum said to Dad, It's your turn

Dad said, I always walk the dog.

Mum said, Well I walked her this morning

Dad said, She's your dog -

I didn't want a dog in the first place

 

Mum said, It's your turn.

 

Dad stood up and threw the remote control

at the pot plant

Dad said, I'm going down the pub

Mum said, Take the dog

We parted in silence

We parted in silence, we parted by night,

On the banks of that lonely river;

Where the fragrant limes their boughs unite,

We met - and we parted forever!

The night-bird sung, and the stars above

Told many a touching story,

Of friends long passed to the kingdom of love,

Where the soul wears its mantle of glory.

Special seven

We knew we were Special,

Right from the start.

You loved us so dearly,

Deep down in your heart.

 

Our leaving has hurt you, but try not to cry,

One fine day, we'll meet in the sky.

Kendal was waiting, so healthy and strong,

She was delighted, she'd waited so long.

The perfect partnership

Once upon a time … a lot of tail wags ago

On highest, deepest, greenest Exmoor, I was born.

Pure gold runs through my veins;

Even the sun is enhanced by my coat, I am golden.

On a wet and windy day in deepest winter, you chose me-or did I choose you?

Was I made to care for you or you for me?

You have taught me. I have taught you.

You watch me – I watch you.

Understanding bloat or twisted stomach

(© Lili Chin)

 

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You were here

As I sit in those moments of quiet,

When sadness invades me,

I know that yesterday,

You were here.

 

Now you are away from us,

Not knowing your future,

Or when you'll come home, but yesterday,

You were here.

 

It has now been a week,

A week since you last were in the house,

An entire week since we carried you away,

To the place where we did not know your future,

But just last week,

You were here.

Special friend

I lost a special friend today

the kind you can't replace,

and looking at her empty bed

I still can see her face.

 

I see the endless energy

the sparkling puppy eyes,

Not the tired, fragile friend

I had to bid good-bye.

 

I know she's in a special place

our Lord has for such friends,

Where meadows, fields & flowers

help make them strong and whole again.

Krankheitszeichen

Quelle (informativer Artikel!): erste-hilfe-beim-Hund

Remember our love

I was chosen today

I'm learning to fly

the world took me away,

but please don't you cry

 

And I chose you today

to try and be strong

so please don't you cry

and don't say that I'm gone

Rainbow Bridge: Sequel to the original

Oh, when we get to Heaven

We hope that we will find

The souls that once we loved

Who left us all behind.

 

Some left us at the right time

They left this world in peace

Others left too sudden

Without the chance to say Goodbye,

They were gone before we had

The chance to even cry.

6 safety tips for kids & pets

(© Lili Chin)

 

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Puppy paws

Fifteen years of puppy paws moved outside today.

Inside my heart is breaking,

the Light of my Life - Missy, has gone away.

 

I held her head, kissed her blurry eyes, and said "I Love You, Girl"

With gentle hands and heavy heart, I released her soul to God,

crying for her spirit to be free.

Never dreamed it would hurt so much,

Guess I wasn't thinking much of Me.

Jackson's eyes

Our life was one of privilege

'til Jackson crossed The Rainbow Bridge

But the day will come when you and I

Find peace again in Jackson's eyes.

 

Until that time let's drift on back

'pon breezes sweet of fresh-cut grass.

Let's waft as bubbles through summer haze

And live again those Golden Days ...

Hole in my heart

There's a hole in my heart where a dog used to be.

He's nuzzled my soul and is now part of me.

His pain is his life and I know what to do.

But when I release him, I'm losing me, too.

 

The puppy I cradled three short years ago

is a ninety pound bundle of love and I know

that he'd lick away all of my tears if he could.

It's his sense of duty to make me feel good.

Fur angels

This is for those who have gone on, and those who stayed behind to soften the hurt, and give their love.

 

I can still feel the soft velvet of your paw, the tickle of whiskers, that warm rasp of tongue as you decided I needed a bath. I miss the gentle rumble of your purr, the comfort of snuggle times, the silkiness of your fur. I know you've come back on occasion; I can feel you. Are you waiting for someone? Or have you come back to let me know everyone's okay? Once in a while, I find a picture of you by accident, and then remember how you hated a bath, that you loved tomato paste, and catnip was your idea of heaven. Sometimes, I forget you're not here and call another cat by your name. They look at me, astounded, that I could make such a mistake. I feel the tears start, and I try to tell myself that you're okay. Yes, I say, there are warm breezes, sunshine, butterflies, and green grass where you are. The others are there with you, so you're not completely alone, wandering and wondering. Is Megan okay? You remember that she was blind. And Patches and Phaedra ... they were both deaf.

Gebetsstellung

Quelle (informativer Artikel!): erste-hilfe-beim-Hund

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 little 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.

Another skeptic saw the Bridge

My sweet Retriever, Karma, was buried at the pet cemetery today. For three years she lived with cancer, but she lost the battle at the age of 15. Karma looked like a black golden retriever, with long, midnight-black hair, as soft and shiny as mink. She came into my life when she was two months old, and we loved each other more than I can say - I was her mom, and she was my little girl.

 

A week before Karma died, I had the vet come to my house because Karma was experiencing pain, and I didn't want Karma to be terrified by taking her to the vet (she'd been there so many times). The vet prescribed pain medicine and said that Karma's time was drawing near, but not yet. The vet also mentioned Rainbow Bridge, which I'd never heard of, but I supposed it was just another name for heaven. By coincidence, a few days later, I found the "Rainbow Bridge" poem on petloss.com. I thought it was a nice story, but I really couldn't believe it, because there was no fact or proof to base my belief upon.

Body language of fear in dogs

(© Lili Chin)

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Wishes

We wish we could have told you,

in words you'd understand,

We wanted you to stay with us.

This wasn't what we'd planned.

 

We wish somehow to tell you,

How empty we now feel.

A part of us went with you,

A part that time can't heal.

What do you do when a good friend dies?

What do you do when a good friend dies?

Do you lash out in anger and curse at the sky.

Or grasp hard denial, the means of the weak,

In an effort to kindle the comfort you seek.

 

What do you do when a good friend dies?

Once life's breath, so precious, gives the chest final rise.

In haste you take blame, no other at fault,

You kneel upturned earth and deem all happiness to halt.

Waiting at the ferry

On the banks of that lonely river

Where the Stygian waters roll,

All patiently through the weary years

Waiteth a little dog soul.

 

O, long are the years and weary

Since the little dog stepped ashore,

But halted, humbly there to wait

By the stream he will cross no more.