A Senior Dog’s Prayer - Beulah - June 20, 2012

                              Beulah a lot grey but oh so cute

         Beulah a lot grey but oh so cute spread out

 

 

Wow, I came across this poem and had to post it.  I know Beulah is getting (she's already there) older, and I would never think of letting anything happen to her because she was old.  Coco died at home with Don and I petting him and talking to him.  He was so peaceful until he took his last breath, I screamed, he opened his eyes, and just went to sleep.  I wish I hadn't done that, but it was a reflex action.  He will be missed forever.  With Schmutz we had to have her put to sleep as she was chocking as her tongue had swelled from her heart problems.  We went to the vets and held her while they gave her the medication to put her to sleep.  Again, she was held, loved, and went peacefully.  I will do no less for Beulah whenever her time is. 

 

Beulah is such a nice little girl.  She is kind and loves everyone.  She may look old (one of the neighbors when he sees her always says how's the Old Timer doing.  That's okay.  She is getting older, just like me.  She's gained weight and turned grey.  Hey.. So have I.  I am glad I have someone to grow old with.  All she needs to do is look at me with those beautiful eyes and a tilt of her head and I'm a goner.  Yes, in case you haven't guessed it, she owns me.  ha ha.

 

Here is the poem that just tore me up, and I could not stop crying.  Bless all the old timers who give us all they have and then some.

 

A Senior Dog’s Prayer
 

One by one, they pass my cage,
Too old, too worn, too broken, no way.
Way past his time, he can’t run and play.
They shake their heads slowly and go on their way.

A little old man, arthritic and sore,
It seems I am not wanted anymore
I once had a home, I once had a bed,
A place that was warm, and where I was fed.

Now my muzzle is grey, and my eyes slowly fail.
Who wants a dog so old and so frail?
My family decided I didn’t belong,
I got in their way, my attitude was wrong.

Whatever excuse they made in their head,
Can’t justify how they left me for dead.
Now I sit in this cage, where day after day,
Those younger dogs get adopted away.

When I had almost come to the end of my rope,
You saw my face, and I finally had hope.
You saw thru the grey, and the legs bent with age,
And felt I still had life beyond the cage

You took me home, gave me food and a bed.
And shared your own pillow with my poor tired head.
We snuggle and play, and you talk to me low,
You love me so dearly, you want me to know.

I may have lived most of my life with another,
But you outshine them with a love so much stronger.
And I promise to return all the love I can give,
To You, my dear person, as long as I live.

I may be with you for a week or for years,
We will share many smiles, you will no doubt shed tears.
And when the time comes that God deems I must leave,
I know you will cry and your heart, it will grieve.

And when I arrive at the Bridge, all brand new,
My thoughts and my heart will still be with you.
And I will brag to all who will hear,
Of the angel who made my last days so dear.

~ Author Unknown

Memories - January 8, 2012

Well, Happy Sunday,

It's been a typical Sunday here in my neck of the woods. Playing on the computer and facebook, reading, and eating. Hey... that rhymed. ha ha.

Still reading the same book. I should be done it tonight or tomorrow. My mind has not been on it much at all. I read about 15 minutes and then I'm on to something else. Beulah has been so lovey dovey. She must know I will be gone the better part of tomorrow. I did go to the library and the grocery store for a few little things. Got 2 more reading books and a "Crocheting for Dummies" book. Even those dummy books I have trouble with sometimes. ha ha.... But I won't know until I look at it..... It got really warm out there, and I couldn't get my window open, so I put on the air conditioner and it feels so good.. I do better in cool than hot.

When I was going through my computer files, I came across this graphic, and it's funny because I have the perfect poem to go along with it, and the perfect true story.

I remember all of these . It seems like it was such a simpler life back then. But when you think about it, just the phones were a pain. We had a party line at one time, and people would listen in on your conversation. When I graduated high school I worked at J.C. Penney's in downtown Philly. It was the regional credit office for the eastern seaboard. They made the HUGE mistake of sending me to school to train as a relief switch board operator. When the regular girl would go on break or lunch, I was often called to take over. Well, take over I did. All those wires with plugs. I would listen in on conversations to see if they were done, and when I got so frustrated because of all the people on hold, I would just pull out ALL the plugs, and then apologize for them being disconnected when they called back. ha ha. This happened A LOT

I WANT TO GO BACK TO THE TIME WHEN

Decisions were made by going "eeny-meeny-miney-mo."

Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming "do over!"

"Race issues" meant arguing about who ran the fastest.

Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in "Monopoly."

Catching the fireflies could happily occupy an entire evening.

It wasn't odd to have two or three "best" friends.

Being old referred to anyone over 20.

The net on a tennis court was the perfect height to play volleyball and rules didn't matter.

The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was "cooties".

It was magic when dad would "remove" his thumb.

It was unbelievable that dodge ball wasn't an Olympic event.

Having a weapon in school meant being caught with a slingshot.

Nobody was prettier than Mom.

Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better.

It was a big deal to finally be tall enough to ride the "big people" rides at the amusement park.

A foot of snow was a dream come true.

Abilities were discovered because of a "double-dog-dare."

Saturday morning cartoons weren't 30-minute ads for action figures.

No shopping trip was complete unless a new toy was brought home.

Spinning around, getting dizzy, and falling down was cause for giggles.

The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team.

War was a card game.

Water balloons were the ultimate weapon.

Baseball cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle.

Taking drugs meant orange-flavored chewable aspirin.

Ice cream was considered a basic food group.

Older siblings were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest protectors.

If you can remember most or all of these, then you have had a great life.


Well, that's it for now... Until the next time.