Waiting at the Door

I was just a pup when we first met, I loved you from the start,

you picked me up and took me home and placed me in your heart.

Good times we had together, we shared all life could throw,

but years passed all too quickly, my time has come to go.

I know how much you miss me, I know your heart is sore,

I see the tears that fall when I’m not Waiting at the Door.

You always did your best for me your love was plain to see,

for even though it broke your heart you set my spirit free.

So please be brave without me, one day we’ll meet once more,

for when you’re called to Heaven I’ll be Waiting at the Door.

(Author unknown)

I know that you can’t see me

I know that you can’t see me

But trust me I’m right here.

Although I’m up in Heaven,

My love for you stays near.

So often, I see you crying,

Many times, you call my name.

I want so much to lick your face

And ease some of your pain.

I wish that I could make you see

That Heaven is indeed real.

If you could see me run and play

How much better you would feel.

But our loving God has promised me

That when the time is right

You’ll step out of the darkness

And meet me in the light

(Maureen Bauer;

Author’s note:
“Written in remembrance of my D’Arcy dog, who would have been 11 years old this February 7^th. You were taken from me much too soon, and I can’t even begin tell you how very much I miss you. My sweet Baby girl ... I will always, and forever love you.”)

If a dog has brightened your life

If a dog has brightened your life

and every day silently accepted

your tears without judgement,

snuggled with you,

forgiven your faults,

and loved you undonditionally

then you know

what a gift dogs are to this world.

(Author unknown)

A human's prayer to a dog

 

(Source: Facebook)

Ole Roy (We all have that "look")

We all have that "look”. Sort of a bond you see.

The same look I see in you, you also see in me!

The look of a dog owner is exactly what I mean,

from the mud on our shoes to the holes in our jeans!

Bloodshot eyes, uncombed hair, rain poncho by the door for us to wear!

Lint rollers laying around for everyone to use, if a sweater with no fur is for that day what we choose.

Dogangelversary

Dogangelversary … This word devotes the annual date of a dogs death. This day is just as important to a bereaved dog parent as a birthday (or the day of the arrival of the dog). So it is different than a regular birthday. While “anniversary” might work, that often seems to celebratory a word for this kind of day. Dogangelversary is our answer to describing this most difficult day.

(Author unknown)

There’s an empty space

There’s an empty space where you used to lay,

and a pain in my heart that won’t go away.

I couldn’t have asked for a better friend.

You were my faithful companion until the end.

Now you’re roaming endless fields, forever free to run.

Listening to the song of the wind beneath the golden sun.

Meet me at the rainbow when the time is right.

Run into my arms again, walk with me into the light.

(Christy Ann Martine)

I will wait for you

I came to you late last night,

to be with you while you slept.

I lay my head on your pillow,

while next to me you wept.

A gentle smile kissed your lips,

as I licked away a tear.

Until your time to join me,

I’ll be waiting through the years.

(Author unknown)

Obsessive Dog Disorder (O.D.D.)

 

(Source: Facebook)

All dogs go to Heaven

(© Allison Johnson)

Do not stand at my grave and weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep;

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die.

(Mary Elizabeth Frye, 1932)
(German translation here)

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Information about the origin of the poem:

“The poem was left in an envelope addressed by a soldier on active service in Northern Ireland. It was addressed to his parents and was to be opened in the event of his death. At first, it was thought that the soldier himself had written by the poem, but this was not the case. Various claims were made for it but the author remained an unsolved mystery until in 1990 Mary Elizabeth Frye revealed that she had written it. Mrs Frye, an American housewife and florist wrote the poem, on a brown paper bag in 1932. She had circulated a few copies to friends who enjoyed the poem but never claimed copyright, hence the difficulty in establishing authorship.Following an investigation, in 1998 authorship was formally attributed to her.”

(Source)

My House – My Dog – My Rules

(1) This is the dog’s home, not yours, so show some respect. If you have been invited around, then you know me well enough to know I am a dog lover.

(2) If you want to sit down, find an empty seat. Don’t expect the dog to move.

(3) If you don’t want to get covered in dog hair, then don’t sit down, bring a lint roller or strip off at the door (although I rather hope you don’t).

First day of training for Seeing Eye Puppy

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Der Europäische Gerichtshof (EuGH) hat 2014 entschieden, dass im Regelfall keine Urheberrechte verletzt werden, wenn Website-Betreiber sogenannte framende Links setzen. Dies geschieht zum Beispiel, wenn YouTube-Videos auf einer Internetseite eingebunden werden. 

In 2014 the European Court of Justice (ECJ) decided that normally no copyrights are violated if website operators use so-called framed links. This happens for example when YouTube videos on a website are included.

Gone too young

Gone too young

Weeks to months

Months to years

I wish we had time

More time to last

Little furry familiar friend

I miss you dearly

(Maia Jaye Robins)

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I would like to thank Maia Jaye Robins for her kind permission to publish her poem on my blog.

Stehe nicht an meinem Grab und weine

Stehe nicht an meinem Grab und weine

Ich bin nicht dort, ich schlafe nicht.

Ich bin tausend Winde, die wehen

Ich bin der Diamantenglanz der auf dem Schnee

Ich bin der Sonnenschein auf reifem Korn

Ich bin der sanfte Herbstregen.

Wenn Du aufwachst in des Morgens Stille

Bin ich der Flügelschlag der stummen Vögel

Die über dir ihre Kreise ziehn

Ich bin die sanften Sterne die nachts leuchten.

Stehe nicht an meinem Grab und weine

Ich bin nicht dort, ich bin nicht tot.

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Eine etwas andere Variante:

Weinet nicht an meinem Grab um mich;

Ich bin nicht dort, ich schlafe nicht.

Ich bin der Wind über dem See,

Christallglitzer auf dem Winterschnee.

Ich bin am Tag das Sonnengold,

ich bin der Regen herbstlich hold.

Ich bin das tiefe Himmelsblau,

der schöne, frische Morgentau.

Sucht mich und blickt im Dunkeln in die Ferne

bei Nacht bin ich das Funkeln der Sterne.

Zündet für mich eintausend Kerzen an,

und vergeßt mich nie - keine Sekunde lang.

Steht nicht am Grab, die Augen rot.

Ich bin nicht dort, ich bin nicht tot.

(Übersetzer unbekannt; das englische Original von Mary Elizabeth Frye hier)