
| Location | Sheffield |
| Age | 56 years |
| Date of Birth | 01/01/1947 |
| Date of Death | 17/06/2003 |
| Visitors | 1,568 since 05/11/2008 |
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To all the dogs I remember since I was a little girl
Tigg was the one I will never for get he lived till I was 11. OVER THE YEARS WE HAD
Prince,Shandy,Penny,Max,
Kim,Bessie,Max,Meg,Zac, love you all mam and dad libby and Barney xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
love you xxxxxxxxx
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To all my dogs xxxxx love mam and dad xxxx libby and Barney woof,woof xx
♥ I asked God for a flower, He gave me a garden.
♥ I asked God for a tree, He gave me a forest.
♥ I asked God for a river, He gave me an ocean.
♥ I asked God for the world, He gave me you.
♥ My heart is lost to you, always and forever.
Request from Rainbow Bridge
♥~♥~♥ ♥~♥~♥ ♥~♥~♥ ♥~♥~♥ ♥~♥~♥ ♥~♥~♥ ♥~♥~♥
Weep not for me though I am gone
Into that gentle night,
Grieve if you will, but not for long
Upon my soul's sweet flight.
I am at peace, my soul's at rest
There is no need for tears,
For with your love I was so blessed
For all those many years.
There is no pain, I suffer not
The fear now all is gone,
Put now these things out of your thoughts,
In your memory I live on.
Remember not my fight for breath
Remember not the strife,
Please do not dwell upon my death,
But celebrate my life.
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Copyright (c) 1992 Constance Jenkins
The Journey (Part 1)
When you bring a pet into your life, you begin a journey. A journey that will bring you more love and devotion than you have ever known, yet will also test your strength and courage. If you allow, the journey will teach you many things, about life, about yourself, and most of all, about love. You will come away changed forever, for one soul cannot touch another without leaving its mark.
Along the way, you will learn much about savoring life's simple pleasures -- jumping in leaves, snoozing in the sun, the joys of puddles, and even the satisfaction of a good scratch behind the ears. If you spend much time outside, you will be taught how to truly experience every element, for no rock, leaf, or log will go unexamined, no rustling bush will be overlooked, and even the very air will be inhaled, pondered, and noted as being full of valuable information.
Your pace may be slower, except when heading home to the food dish, but you will become a better naturalist, having been taught by an expert in the field. Too many times we hike on automatic pilot, our goal being to complete the trail rather than enjoy the journey. We miss the details: the colorful mushrooms on the rotting log, the honeycomb in the old maple snag, the hawk feather caught on a twig.
Once we walk as a dog does, we discover a whole new world. We stop; we browse the landscape, we kick over leaves, peek in tree holes, look up, down, all around. And we learn what any dog knows: that nature has created a marvelously complex world that is full of surprises, that each cycle of the seasons bring ever changing wonders, each day an essence all its own.
Even from indoors you will find yourself more attuned to the world around you. You will find yourself watching: summer insects collecting on a screen; how bizarre they are; how many kinds there are or noting the flick and flash of fireflies through the dark. You will stop to observe the swirling dance of windblown leaves, or sniff the air after a rain. It does not matter that there is no objective in this; the point is in the doing, in not letting life's most important details slip by.
You will find yourself doing silly things that your pet-less friends might not understand: spending thirty minutes in the grocery aisle looking for the cat food brand your feline must have, buying dog birthday treats, or driving around the block an extra time because your pet enjoys the ride. You will roll in the snow, wrestle with chewie toys, bounce little rubber balls till your eyes cross, and even run around the house trailing your bathrobe tie with a cat in hot pursuit, all in the name of love.
Your house will become muddier and hairier. You will wear less dark clothing and buy more lint rollers. You may find dog biscuits in your pocket or purse, and feel the need to explain that an old plastic shopping bag adorns your living room rug because your cat loves the crinkly sound. You will learn the true measure of love. The steadfast, undying kind that says, "It doesn't matter where we are or what we do, or how life treats us as long as we are together."
The Journey (Part 2)
Respect this always. It is the most precious gift any living soul can give another. You will not find it often among the human race. And you will learn humility. The look in my dog's eyes often made me feel ashamed. Such joy and love at my presence. She saw not some flawed human who could be cross and stubborn, moody or rude, but only her wonderful companion. Or maybe she saw those things and dismissed them as mere human foibles, not worth considering, and so chose to love me anyway.
If you pay attention and learn well, when the journey is done, you will be not just a better person, but the person your animal companion always knew you to be. The one they were proud to call beloved friend. I must caution you that this journey is not without pain. Like all paths of true love, the pain is part of loving. For as surely as the sun sets, one day your dear animal companion will follow a trail you cannot yet go down. And you will have to find the strength and love to let them go.
An animal companion's time on earth is far too short, especially for those that love them. We borrow them, really, just for a while, and during these brief years they are generous enough to give us all their love, every inch of their spirit and heart, until one day there is nothing left. The cat that only yesterday was a kitten is all too soon old and frail and sleeping in the sun. The young pup of boundless energy now wakes up stiff and lame, the muzzle gone to gray.
Deep down we somehow always knew that this journey would end. We knew that if we gave our hearts they would be broken. But give them we must for it is all they ask in return. When the time comes, and the road curves ahead to a place we cannot see, we give one final gift and let them run on ahead, young and whole once more. "God speed, good friend," we say, until our journey comes full circle and our paths cross again.
(Author Unknown)
I thought I saw you here today
We were so very close, we two
but I had to let you go
I hope that you can understand
it was because I loved you so.
No more pain, no aching limbs
no earthly ties that bind
No dimming eyes, no sleepless nights
you've left them all behind
I lost you many months ago,
and gained a broken heart
Yet I feel you close to me
although we are apart
Sometimes when I'm all alone,
I feel you by my side,
As if to try and comfort me,
through all the nights I've cried
I thought I saw you here today,
out the corner of my eye,
Felt soft fur against my skin,
heard the faintest sigh.
So wait for me at Rainbow Bridge
Until we meet once more
then we will walk together again
through Heaven's open door...
(Written by � Shiela Seymour)
~ A Little Dog Angel~
High up in the courts of Heaven today
A little dog-angel waits,
With the other dogs he will not play,
But he sits alone at the Gates:
"For I know my master will come," says he
"And when he comes, he will call for me."
He sees the spirits that pass him by
As they hasten towards the throne,
And he watches them with a wistful eye
As he sits at the gate alone;
"But I know if I just wait patiently
"That someday my Master will come," says he.
And his Master far down on the earth below,
As he sits in his easy chair,
Forgets sometimes, and he whistles low
For the dog that is not there;
And the little dog-angel cocks his ears
And dreams that his Master's call he hears.
And I know when at length his Master waits
Outside in the dark and cold
For the hand of Death to open the gates
That lead to the Courts of Gold,
The little dog-angel's eager bark
Will comfort his soul while he's still in the dark.
(Written by Norah M. Holland, c.1870)
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I just wanted to let you know that I made it home. The journey wasn't an easy one, but it didn't take too long.
Everything is so pretty here, so white, so fresh and new
I wish that you could close your eyes and that you could see it too.
Please try not to be sad for me.
Try to understand
God is taking care of me...I'm in the shelter of His hands.
Here there is no sadness, no sorrow, and no pain. Here there is no crying and I'll never hurt again. Here it is so peaceful when all the angels sing.
I really have to go for now... I've just got to try my wings.
(Author Unknown)
For a beautiful angel. xxx
ღ♥ღ♥ღ♥ღ In Peace Go Home ღ♥ღ♥ღ♥ღ
© Alan Pemberton
Through veils of peace may you ascend
To promised planes above
Where comfort shall await you
In those summerlands of love.
Although my grief is deep and raw
Although my pain is great
I know that you are still with me
I know that you will wait.
For in God's time we'll meet again
Of this I am quite sure
I loved you so much on this earth
In absence even more.
Wise Men Say
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Wise men talk of worlds beyond
Worlds beyond our eyes,
A wondrous place of love and peace
To which the spirit flies.
Wise men say we come again
To live another span,
That death is just a stepping stone
A pause within the plan.
Mystics say that many lives
Are needed to ensure,
A perfect understanding
Of God's eternal law.
Wise men say with smiling eyes
Our lives are but a dream,
A brief illusion clothed in flesh
A role within a scheme.
Wise men say that nothing dies
It only changes form,
That life goes on despite the myth
We perish in death's storm.
So when our loved ones pass away
Let hope replace our pain,
Have faith and trust that God ensures
We shall all meet again.
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HAPPY EASTER XXX
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The sky is full of bunny clouds
So soft and fat and white,
I wonder if they're hiding eggs
For angels to find with delight.
Because angels like Easter as well, you know,
And there's no reason why
There shouldn't be an Easter hunt
In meadows in the sky.
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THE TINY BUNNY
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The tiny bunny
Is working all day long
Decorating Easter eggs
While humming a song
He is having so much fun
Making eggs for you and me
And small chocolate bunnies
That he gives away free
But when he is finished
He'll bring them your way
In a big coloured basket
Upon Easter day
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A SPECIAL EASTER WISH
This special Easter wish
That comes with love to you
Brings warm and heartfelt thanks
For all the thoughtful things you do--
It also comes to let you know
You mean so much more each day
To everyone your lives have touched
In such a loving way.
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Letter From Heaven
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.
mother xx
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