If you ever love an
animal, there are three days in your life you will always remember...
The first is a day,
blessed with happiness, when you bring home your young new friend. You may have
spent weeks deciding on a breed. You may have asked numerous opinions of many
vets, or done long research in finding a breeder. Or, perhaps in a fleeting
moment, you may have just chosen that silly looking mutt in a shelter--simply
because something in its eyes reached your heart. But when you bring that chosen
pet home, and watch it explore, and claim its special place in your hall or
front room--and when you feel it brush against you for the first time--it
instills a feeling of pure love you will carry with you through the many years
The second day will
occur eight or nine or ten years later. It will be a day like any other. Routine
and unexceptional. But, for a surprising instant, you will look at your
long-time friend and see age where you once saw youth. You will see slow
deliberate steps where you once saw energy. And you will see sleep where you
once saw activity. So you will begin to adjust your friend's diet--and you may
add a pill or two to her food. And you may feel a growing fear deep within
yourself, which bodes of a coming emptiness. And you will feel this uneasy
feeling, on and off, until the third day finally arrives.
And on this day--if
your friend and God have not decided for you, then you will be faced with making
a decision of your own--on behalf of your lifelong friend, and with the guidance
of your own deepest Spirit. But whichever way your friend eventually leaves
you---you will feel as alone as a single star in the dark night. If you are
wise, you will let the tears flow as freely and as often as they must. And if
you are typical, you will find that not many in your circle of family or friends
will be able to understand your grief, or comfort you. But if you are true to
the love of the pet you cherished through the many joy-filled years, you may
find that a soul--a bit smaller in size than your own---seems to walk with you,
at times, during the lonely days to come. And at moments when you least expect
anything out of the ordinary to happen, you may feel something brush against
your leg--very very lightly. And looking down at the place where your dear,
perhaps dearest, friend used to lay---you will remember those three significant
days. The memory will most likely be painful, and leave an ache in your
heart---As time passes the ache will come and go as it has a life of its own.
You will both reject it and embrace it, and it may confuse you. If you reject
it, it will depress you. If you embrace it, it will deepen you. Either way, it
will still be an ache.
But there will be,
I assure you, a fourth day when---along with the memory of your pet---and
piercing through the heaviness in your heart---there will come a realization
that belongs only to you. It will be as unique and strong as our relationship
with each animal we have loved, and lost. This realization takes the form of a
Living Love---like the heavenly scent of a rose that remains after the petals
have wilted, this love will remain and grow--and be there for us to remember. It
is a love we have earned. It is the legacy our pets leave us when they go. And
it is a gift we may keep with us as long as we live. It is a love which is ours
alone. And until we ourselves leave, perhaps to join our beloved pets--it is a
love that we will always possess.
~ Written by Martin
Scot Kosins ~
SH.CH.Westley Jacob x Orla Charlotte
born 7/7/1986 - 12/7/1999
Megan was the very first puppy I helped bring into the world and she paid
me back a thousand fold, my closest friends know the special relationship Megan
and I shared, she saw me through some of my bleakest times and was always there
for me. She was my greatest friend and companion and I miss her
tremendously, she has left a big hole in my life that no one will ever fill. She
was my soul mate. Since Megan's death I have suffered from depression and no
matter how many dogs share their lives with me now and in the future I will
never own another
special girl like
I STOOD BY YOUR BED
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.
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 every day.
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.
The day is over…
I smile and watch you yawning,
And say, "good-night, God Bless,
I'll see you in the morning."
An when the time is right for you,
To cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you,
And we'll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you,
There is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out…
Then come home to be with me.
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