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 to come.
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 ~
Följande dikter är skrivna av Jan Cooper. Jag mailade till Jan och bad om lov att få lägga ut hennes underbara dikter på hemsidan och det fick jag. Tack Jan !
Jan har en egen hemsida som man kan besöka:
sad brown eyes, the ears held back,
faithful friend that sleeps so close
those memories of devotion
best friend closed his eyes last night,
thoughts that scurried through my head,
there was no gentle nudge
an Angel just appeared to me,
MY ONLY CRIME
didn't know I'd grow this strong,
been good and faithful,and I'm gentle to all I know.
only crime was to be a Rott,
Chihuahua tried to attack the judge
LET ME TELL YOU WHY
ASK DEAR SIR WHY I WANT THIS PUP
SEE, SIX YEARS AGO I TOOK A DRIVE,
HEAD WAS HUGE WITH ALMOND EYES,
I APPROACHED HE SEEMED TO KNOW
I GOT CLOSE, I FELT A SCAR
COAXED AND COOED AND COAXED SOME MORE,
ROTTWEILER, I LATER LEARNED,
NOT FORGET THIS FRIEND OF MINE,
IF YOU LET ME BUY THIS PUP,
Jan Cooper 1991
Ol' Man & His Rottweiler
Began Their Search For Heaven,
Tiny Old Man Sat Singing,
Approached The Gate In Silence,
Ol' Man Didn't Hesitate..
Rather Go To Hell," He Said,
Little Ol' Man And His Rottweiler,
Man Looked Up With Eyes Of Steel,
Ol' Man With His Rottweiler,
Steel-Eyed Man Just Chuckled,
WE HAVE ROTTWEILERS NOW !
feet are covered with sores and marks.
sit down to rest in my favorite chair
rise in the morning, the new day to greet,
fresh cup of coffee is now on the rug,
believe me people, it's darn hard to write,
to Hell with home life as it used to be,
Twenty years ago, I found this written about Dobermans (our first love). I modified it to fit our beloved Rottweilers. The author has captured the very essence of owning either one of these magnificent breeds, I only wish he/she could receive the proper credit. All I can say is "Thank you for penning this all time favorite of mine."
THEY ARE OUR PETS?
handlers and the owners
at the ring as business called,
left alone in terror groped
one knows the fear and pain
summer of nineteen ninety three
for the sake of a ribbon,
is YOUR pet, that canine friend,
you stroke his coat today,
year we lost so many,
ship our dogs to kingdom come
AM / CAN / MEX / UCI / FCI / INT. CH.Dallybeck's Echo Jackson CD,NDD,CGC,HCC
Jag mailade till Bobbie och frågade om jag kunde få lägga med hennes dikt här och hon svarade ja. Tack Bobbie !!
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OLD DOG IN A LOCKET
Dog in a locket
were right beside me
I hold you in my arms
the hours that I held you,
snipped the hair from around your ears
snipped the hair from across your back
snipped the hair from around your heart
so, your life slipped out of mine
dog in a locket
Dikt av : Bobbie Hefner
Lend Me A Pup
I will lend to you for a while, a pup, God said,
En kall nos.
bad inte om att få komma
gör dig på gott humör
är någon som behöver
protesterar inte då du
ger dig sköna avkopplande
THANK YOU !
you for fighting to save me,
HUNDENS 11 BUD
1. Mitt liv varar bara i ca 15 år. Skild från dig betyder sorg för mig, tänk på det när du skaffar mig.
2. Ge mig tid att förstå vad det är du begär av mig.
3. Gör mig tillitsfull ty du är mitt hela liv.
4. Var inte arg på mig för länge åt gången och spärra inte in mig som straff.
5. Du har ditt arbete, dina vänner och nöjen, jag har bara dig.
6. Tala till mig även om jag inte förstår dina ord, men din stämma översätter allt.
7. Vet du att jag aldrig glömmer hur man är mot mig.
8. När du slår mig tänk då på att mina tänder med lätthet kan krossa din hand, men jag använder inte min makt.
9. När du blir irriterad på mig för att du själv har brått, så tänk på att jag kanske har ont i magen, kanske låg för länge i solen eller bara är trött och ledsen på allt.
10. Ge dig tid med mig när jag blir gammal ty även du blir gammal en dag.
11. Var hos mig när jag har det svårt ty allt blir lättare för mig om jag har dig.
älskar dig! / Din hund
If it should be that I grow frail and weak. And pain should keep me from my sleep
Then you must do what must be done. For this, the last battle, can't be won.
You will be sad - I understand. Don't let your grief then stay your hand
For this day, more than all the rest. Your love and friendship stand the test.
We had so many happy years. What is to come can hold no fears
You'd not want me to suffer, so. When the time comes, please let me go.
I know in time you too will see. It is a kindness you do for me
Although my tail its last has waved. From pain and suffering I've been saved
Don't grieve that it should be you. Who has to decide this thing to do
We've been so close, we two these years. Don't let your heart hold any tears.
stood by your bed last night; I came to have a peep.
I was close to you at breakfast; I watched you pour the tea,
I was with you at my grave today; you tend it with such care.
You looked so very tired and sank into a chair.
You sat there very quietly then smiled. I think you knew.....
And when the time is right for you to cross that brief divide,
I'm not there
not stand at my grave and weep.
Jag hittade ännu en underbar dikt på Willow-Wins Rottweilersida på memorial-sidan. Tack Kevin för att jag fick kopiera den !!
Vill ni se mer av Willow-Wins Rottweilers gå in på:
God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be. So,He put his arms around you and whispered."Come to Me".
With tearful eyes we watched you and saw you pass away. And although we love you dearly we could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating. A hard working friend was put to rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us. He only takes the best.
I Found Your Dog Today
I found your dog today. No he has not been adopted by anyone. Most of us who live out here own as many dogs as we want, those who do not own dogs do so because they choose not to. I know you hoped he would find a good home when you left him out here, but he did not. When I first saw him he was miles from the nearest house and he was alone, thirsty, thin and limping from a cactus burr in his paw.
How I wish I could have been you as I stood beforehim. To have seen his tail wag and his eyes brighten as he bounded into your arms, knowing you would find him, knowing you had not forgotten him. To see the forgiveness in his eyes for the suffering and pain he had known in his never-ending quest to find you...But I was not you. And despite all my persuasion, his eyes beheld a stranger. He did not trust, he would not come.
He turned and continued his journey; one he was sure would soon bring him to you. He does not understandyou are not looking for him. He only knows you are not there, he only knows he must find you. This is more important than food or water or the stranger who can give him these things.
Persuasion and pursuit seemed futile; I did not even know his name. I drove home, filled a bucket with water and a bowl with food and returned to where we had met. I could see no sign of him, but I left my offering under the tree where he had sought shelter from the sun and a chance to rest. You see, he is notof the desert. When you domesticated him, you took away any instinct of survival out here. His purpose demands that he travel during the day. He doesn't know that the sun and heat will claim his life. He only knows he has to find you.
I waited hoping he would return to the tree; hoping my gift would build an element of trust so I might bring him home, remove the burr from his paw, give him a cool place to lie and help him understand that the part of his life with you is now over. He did not return thatmorning and at dusk the water and food were still there untouched. And I worried. You must understand that many people would not attempt to help your dog. Some would run him off, others would call the county and the fate you thought you saved him from would be preempted by his suffering from days without food and water.
I returned again before dark. I did not see him. I went again early the next morning only to find the food and water still untouched. If only you were here so youcould call his name. Your voice is so familiar to him. I began pursuit in the direction he had taken yesterday, doubt overshadowing my hope of finding him. His search for you was desperate, it could take him many miles in 24 hours.
It is hours later and a good distance from where we first met, but I have found your dog. His thirst has been stopped, it is no longer a torment to him. His hunger has disappeared, he no longer aches. The burrs in his paws bother him no more. Your dog has been set free from his burdens, you see, your dog has died. I kneel next to him and I curse you for not being here yesterday so I could have seen the glow, if just for a moment, in those now vacant eyes. I pray that his journey has taken him to that place I think you hoped he would find. If only you knew what he went through to reach it.... and I agonize, for I know, that were he to awaken at this moment, and (if) I were to be you, his eyes would sparkle with recognition and histail wag with forgiveness.
I got to the gate of Heaven yesterday after we said good-bye. I began to miss you terribly, because I heard you cry.
Suddently there was an Angel and she asked me to enter Heaven's gate. I asked her if I could stay outside for someone who'd be late.
I wouldn't make much noise you see, I wouldn't bark or howl. I'll only wait here patiently and play with my tennis ball.
The Angel said I could stay right here andwait for you to come Because Heaven just wouldn't be Heaven if I went in alone.
So I'll wait right here, you take your time, but keep me in your heart. Because Heaven just wouldn't be Heaven without you to warm my heart.
When Tomorrow Starts Without Me
when tomorrow starts without me.
had so much to live for,
I could relive yesterday,
when I walked through Heaven's gate,
said, "This is eternity,
when tomorrow starts without me,