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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.
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
