A good dog never dies
she always stays
she walks beside you
on crisp autumn days
when frost is on the fields
and winter's drawing near
her head is within our hand
in her old way.

-- Mary Carolyn Davies

Donations have been made to
Airedale Rescue in memory of . . .

. . . LEAPER, February 29,1992-May 17, 2001, missed by Weili Huang.

She wagged her tail to the very last
And she smiles in her last, long sleep;
The troubles of life, for her, are past!
   A shrine in my heart I'll keep.
Her soul --- for I feel that she had a soul
And she thought real thoughts, I know ---
Has found the ultimate end, life's goal,
    In the heaven where good dogs go.

She has lived with me and suffered with me
Shed tears, in her dog-like way;
She has placed her paw at times on my knee,
    In a vain attempt to say;
"God never gave us that wondrous power,
To tell all the things we feel,
But, I want to say, in my canine way,
    That my sympathy is real."

So I loved my dog to the very end,
And she in our daily walk,
Was never just dog, but a constant friend
    And we had no need to talk.
And I hope, when the summons comes, for me
To embark on the unknown tide,
I shall find her eyes in the Paradise
    They say is the other side.<

-- James Clarence Harvey, Her Long Sleep

. . . MISHA, 25 November 1987-14 September 2001, so much missed by Andréa, VetteMan, April & Cari.

You run in different fields now. Effortless.
You jump and play with wild abandon. Painless.
Eternally young and carefree. Timeless.

There is a shroud over my heart. Darkness.
Days are longer and empty without you. Cheerless.
I still keep your pillow next to my bed. Sleepless.

The years march on. Ceaseless.
The memories never wane. Impervious.
I feel the moment of my fading, then . . . Brightness.

We run in different fields now. Effortless.
We jump and play with wild abandon. Painless.
Together for all eternity. Glorious.

-- Jim Willis, Promises Kept
Copyright 2001; used with permission

. . . TARA, who crossed The Rainbow Bridge on September 16, 2001 and is loved and missed by Randy & Nancy Coates.

Darling,
the hesitation in your step
makes my heart ache,
knowing that you're wondering,
hoping,
is this the last home?
will i have to move again?
how will she know who i am?

Beautiful,
i see your history in your eyes
and in those small quirks,
in your startles and starts.
oh, i know i'll never know
the whole story of you
but together
we can patch things up,
heal old wounds,
soothe old fears.

Beloved,
i respect your years,
and i promise
you will grow old with me
in comfort,
in love,
in safety.
and when your years are done,
i will see you through your passing,
and keep you close
in my arms,
in my heart.

You will live forever.

-- Tam Nesbit, June 2001
Used with permission

. . . SUMMER (Ch. Seneca Summer All-the-Time DC CGC TDI), October 11, 1987-September 4, 2001. Sorely missed by Melanie Findlay, who writes:

She was the "Sugar Bean".

Grieve Not,
   nor think of me with tears
    But laugh
    and talk to me as if I were beside you.
    I loved you so . . .
      'Twas Heaven here with you

-- Isla Paschal Richardson

. . . ALL THE DOGS IN AFGHANISTAN WHO HAVE BEEN BRUTALIZED BY EVIL PEOPLE

Because the heart beats under a covering of hair, of fur, feathers, or wings, is it, for that reason, to be of no account?

-- Jean Paul Richter
German Writer (1763-1825)

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