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I Stood by Your Bed Last Night* 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 reassure 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 everyday. 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 "goodnight, God bless, I'll see you in the morning." And 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. Author unknown |
In Loving Memory |
1980 - 1992 |
This page is in loving memory to "Tommy" our first teacup poodle. He was a beloved pet and the little guy who gave us our first start in poodles! He still lives on in our hearts and in his Great Great Great Grandsons "Fozzie" and "Zorro." |
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My Gift To Jesus* By Jane L. Sears I wish someone had given little Jesus a dog as loyal and loving as mine to sleep by His manger and gaze in His eyes and adore Him for being devine As Our Lord grew to manhood, His own faithful dog would have followed Him all through the day while He preached to the crowds and made the sick well and knelt in the garden to pray It is sad to remember that Christ went away to face death alone and apart, with no tender dog following close behind to comfort his Master's heart. And when Jesus rose that Easter morn, how happy He would have been as His dog kissed His hand and barked his delight for the one who died for all man! Well, the Lord has a dog now; I just sent him mine, the old pal so dear to me. And I smile through my tears on this first day alone, knowing they're in eternity. |
