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Living Love
If you ever love an animal, there are three days in your life you will always remember...

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 !

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http://www.rott-n-chatter.com/

 

 

A ROTTWEILER IS......
...that cold moist nose in the morning,
next a lick across your cheek.
You try to hide in the blanket,
but he thinks it's hide & seek.

...those sad brown eyes, the ears held back,
the head that's hanging down.
for you raised your voice to scold him
while your face conveyed a frown.

...that faithful friend that sleeps so close
and watches all the doors.
You needn't worry where he is,
'cause you can always hear his snores.

...keeping those memories of devotion
that's filled with loyalty...
and always that 'tug at your heartstrings'
from this canine Royalty.
jan cooper 1990

HEAVEN'S DOGGY-DOOR

My best friend closed his eyes last night,
As his head was in my hand.
The Doctors said he was in pain,
And it was hard for him to stand.

The thoughts that scurried through my head,
As I cradled him in my arms.
Were of his younger, puppy years,
And OH...his many charms.

Today, there was no gentle nudge
With an intense "I love you gaze",
Only a heart thats filled with tears
Remembering our joy filled days.

But an Angel just appeared to me,
And he said, "You should cry no more,GOD also loves our Rottweilers,
HE's installed a 'doggy-door"! jan cooper '95

MY ONLY CRIME

I didn't know I'd grow this strong,
it's what Man said I'd be.
But now because I am so big,
all life will end for me.

I've been good and faithful,and I'm gentle to all I know.
I didn't mean to defend myself- do I still have to go????

My only crime was to be a Rott,
not a Poodle, Peke or Skye.
I was teased, so I bit back,
and now I have to die.

A Chihuahua tried to attack the judge
at Westminster '89,
The crowd just laughed, they thought it cute;
Tell me.... where do they draw the line?
Jan Cooper 1990

LET ME TELL YOU WHY

YOU ASK DEAR SIR WHY I WANT THIS PUP
IT'S JUST A PET I'D BUY?
HE'S A ROTTIE, I REPLIED,
GOT A MINUTE AND I'LL TELL YOU WHY.

YOU SEE, SIX YEARS AGO I TOOK A DRIVE,
DOWN TO A COUNTRY PARK.
I SAW A DOG WITH SADDENED EYES
AND A COAT THAT WAS QUITE DARK.

HIS HEAD WAS HUGE WITH ALMOND EYES,
HIS TAIL WAS JUST A STUMP.
HIS FEET WERE TANNED, SO WAS HIS CHEST
AND A STAR WAS ON HIS RUMP.

AS I APPROACHED HE SEEMED TO KNOW
TO HIM I MEANT NO HARM,
FOR HIS STUMP DID TWITCH AND HIS HEAD WENT DOWN
WHILE I POURED ON THE CHARM.

WHEN I GOT CLOSE, I FELT A SCAR
THAT RAN RIGHT DOWN HIS SIDE,
THAT THIS GREAT DOG HAD BEEN ABUSED
WAS A FACT YOU COULD NOT HIDE.

I COAXED AND COOED AND COAXED SOME MORE,
'TIL I GOT HIM IN THE CAR.
I WAS GOING TO TAKE HIM HOME WITH ME
FOR I DIDN'T LIVE TOO FAR.

A ROTTWEILER, I LATER LEARNED,
WAS THE NAME I HEARD THEM SAY.
SIX YEARS OF LOVE HE SHARED WITH ME...
THEN GOD TOOK HIM AWAY.

I'LL NOT FORGET THIS FRIEND OF MINE,
I FOUND SO LONG AGO.
MY HEART STILL BREAKS, THE TEARS STILL FLOW,
AND O'GOD I MISS HIM SO.

SO IF YOU LET ME BUY THIS PUP,
MY WORD I GIVE TO YOU,
A BETTER FRIEND HE'LL NEVER KNOW
AND AN EMPTY HEART WILL BE ANEW.

Jan Cooper 1991

Ol' Man & His Rottweiler

It'was An Ol' Man And His Rottweiler,
And Together They Breathed Their Last.
They Found Themselves On The 'Other Side',
It Was Gray And The Land Was Vast.

They Began Their Search For Heaven,
Soon They Heard A Distant Song.
The Words Kept Drawing Them Closer,
Near The Heaven Where They Belonged.

A Tiny Old Man Sat Singing,
As He Motioned To A Giant Gate.
The Ol' Man With His Rottweiler,
Stood In Awe And Could Hardly Wait.

They Approached The Gate In Silence,
The Rottweiler And His Friend.
But A Voice Boomed From Behind The Gate,
"The Rottweiler Can't Come In."

The Ol' Man Didn't Hesitate..
He Spoke With Firm Conviction.
To Leave This Lifetime Faithful Friend,
Would Be The Same As An Eviction!

"I'd Rather Go To Hell," He Said,
"With My Rott Here At My Side,
So Pardon Me If I Withdraw,
My Dog's Love Will Be Justified."

This Little Ol' Man And His Rottweiler,
Chose To Suffer Eternal Wrath.
They Walked 'Till They Came To Another Gate,
And A Man Who Sat In The Path.

The Man Looked Up With Eyes Of Steel,
He Ask Where The Two Had Been.
He Said, "At Yonder Gate They Wait,
To Welcome You Two To Come In."

The Ol' Man With His Rottweiler,
Sadly Spoke Of Heaven's Rejection.
And How Love Between His Rott And He,
Went Beyond Just Mere Affection."

The Steel-Eyed Man Just Chuckled,
And He Said As He Led The Two,
"The Gate Back There Was The Gate To Hell,
Heaven's Waiting For Your Rott And You!"
Jan Cooper 1994

WE HAVE ROTTWEILERS NOW !

My feet are covered with sores and marks.
My nerves are shattered from sudden barks.
My wallet's empty from paying the Vet,
and those Rotties are eating me into debt.

I sit down to rest in my favorite chair
And quick as a flash, the Rotties are there.
They've hauled off my shoes and chewed up my pipe,
But act so damned hurt, if I venture to gripe.

I rise in the morning, the new day to greet,
To find a Rottweiler standing firm on my feet.
I trip over another as I'm combing my hair,
While the puppy pulls hard at my underwear.

My fresh cup of coffee is now on the rug,
'Cause the bitch gave my arm a sweet playful tug.
I'd pour me another, but sure as can be,
The Rotties would dump it all over me.

Please believe me people, it's darn hard to write,
While my hand still hurts from that last loving bite.
The puppy is sneaking up in my lap,
While the one on my feet is down for a nap.

So to Hell with home life as it used to be,
And to Hell with quiet evenings with my family,
And to Hell with the money I'd spend anyhow!
Who needs them all......We've got Rottweilers now!!
author unknown

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."

FIRST THEY ARE OUR PETS?
(in tribute of the many dogs that died this summer)

As the morning sun began to rise,
excitement filled the air.
the shows were all back to back,
and all the best were there.

The handlers and the owners
knew this day'd be very hot.
The alarms were set, their ACs on,
not a thing was left forgot.

While at the ring as business called,
a cloak of darkness loomed
For unbeknown to the cheering crowds,
this day would end in doom.

Dogs left alone in terror groped
before they finally gasped.
Their fearful fight soon turn to rage
in cages firmly clasped!

No one knows the fear and pain
as these dogs breathed their last.
keep this year in your memory,
don't put it in the past.

The summer of nineteen ninety three
is the worst I can recall.
Dog shows are meant for joy
not a final curtain call.

All for the sake of a ribbon,
these gallant dogs did die.
What price for fame and ego,
it's a shame one can't deny.

Where is YOUR pet, that canine friend,
you profess to love so well?
is he right with you at your side,
or in a crate at some hotel?

Did you stroke his coat today,
or take him for a walk?
Have you hugged your dog today,
or is it just pure talk?

This year we lost so many,
great specimens of the breed.
To get those points above all else,
has this become our creed?

To ship our dogs to kingdom come
no matter how hot it gets
and then to proudly say each day
that" FIRST THEY ARE OUR PETS!"
jan cooper 1993

Den här dikten är skriven av Bobbie Hefner till minne av hennes Berner Senner:

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

Old Dog in a locket
That lays next to my heart
I will always love you
As I did right from the start.

You were right beside me
Through the darkest of my days
It was your kind and gentle nature
That made me want to stay.

Now I hold you in my arms
Your breath still warm against my hand
Our hearts still beat together
And I wonder if you understand.

Through the hours that I held you,
Before the light did leave your soul
I knew a way to keep you
Forever in my hold.
I snipped the hair from around your eyes
So I would always see
The beauty that surrounds me
Even in times of need.

I snipped the hair from around your ears
So I would always hear
Music in the distance
To quiet any fears

I snipped the hair from across your back
To bring me strength in time of need
And that Power of your essence
Would always be with me.

I snipped the hair from around your heart
That beat in time with mine
So love would know to find me
At some other distant time...

And so, your life slipped out of mine
On a quiet spring like day
But I knew that a part of you
Was always here to stay.

Old dog in a locket
That lays next to my heart
I will always love you
Even though we had to part.

Dikt av : Bobbie Hefner

 

 

Lend Me A Pup

I will lend to you for a while, a pup, God said,
For you to love him while he lives and mourn for him when he's dead.
Maybe for twelve or fourteen years, or maybe two or three
But will you, 'till I call him back, take care of him for me.
He'll bring his charms to gladden you and (should his stay be brief)
you'll always have his memories as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay since all from earth return
But there are lessons taught below I want this pup to learn.
I've looked the whole world over in search of teachers true
And from the folk that crowd's life's land I have chosen you.
Now will you give him all your love
Nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to take my Pup back again.
I fancied that I heard them say "Dear Lord Thy Will be Done,"
For all the joys this Pup will bring, the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter him with tenderness we'll love him while we may
And for the happiness we've known forever grateful stay
But should you call him back much sooner than we've planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand.
If, by our love, we've managed, your wishes to achieve
In memory of him we loved to help us while we grieve,
When our faithful bundle departs this world of strife,
We'll have yet another pup, and love him all his life.
-author unknown