To All My Dogs Currier

We can't know why the lily has so brief a time to bloom
in the warmth of sunlight's kiss upon its face.
Before it folds its fragrance in
and bids the world good-night to rest its beauty in a gentler place.

But we can know that nothing that is ever loved is ever really lost,
and no one who has ever really touched a heart can really pass away
because some beauty lingers on in each memory of which they've
been a part.

Author: Ellen Brenneman

Geraldine Snell (GTS Friend) March 3, 2009

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Irene Currier (Owner) February 21, 2009

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Brenda Derrick Leannes Mum February 20, 2009

LIVING LOVE


Exerpt from the book "Maya's first Rose

(Passages from "A living love" )

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 lie -- . The memory will most likely to be painful, and leave an ache in your heart--

As time passes the ache will come and go as if 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 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 we will always possess.

Geraldine Snell (GTS Friend) February 7, 2009

ONE MAN'S SPECIAL TRIBUTE TO A DOG

The one absolutely unselfish friend that
a man can have in this selfish world,
the one that never deserts him,
the one that never proves ungrateful
or treacherous, is his dog.

A man's dog stands by him in prosperity
and in poverty,
in health and in sickness.
He will sleep on the cold ground where
the wintery winds blow,
and the snow drives fiercely,
if only he may be near his master's
side. He will kiss the hand that has no
food to offer, he will lick the sores
and wounds that come in encounter with
the roughness of the world. He guards
the sleep of his Pauper master as if he
were a prince.

When all other friends desert,
he remains.
When riches take wings and reputation
falls to pieces, he is as constant in
his love as the sun in it's journey
through the heavens.
If misfortune drives the master forth
an outcast in the world, friendless
and homeless, the faithful dog asks
no higher privilege than that of
accompanying him to guard against
danger, to fight against his enemies.

And when the last scene of all comes,
and death takes the master in it's
embrace, and his body is laid away in
the cold ground, no matter if all other
friends pursue their way, there by the
graveside will the noble dog be found,
his head between his paws, his eyes sad,
but open in alert watchfulness,
faithful and true, even in death.


-From a speech given by
Former Senator George Graham Vest
of Missouri. Delivered in 1870 when he
was acting as a lawyer in a suit against
a man who had killed the dog of his
client. -- He won the case.

Geraldine Snell (GTS Friend) January 6, 2009

I never speak with words, but your heart can hear me true. This is how I am made.

Remember when I came into your life? Did something in your soul come alive and open up to the calling in my eyes? How did you understand what I offered to you?

Somehow you knew something special was being offered and took it gladly, with a knowledge deep and sure that I would not betray you. I had no speech and yet you understood what I had to share with you.

I came to you as flesh, like yours, and as blood, like yours. Innocence is all I have against the confusion that the words of men can create, sounds that have the power to hide your inner grace from your mind. My eyes speak true with my innocence and somehow without logic you understand this.

My speech is of the heart. My speech is of the spirit. Words can lie. The pure soul shining from my eyes cannot, and the song of joy I sing with my body and with this, my life, will not.

We two have much to exchange without words in our time together. In the opening of our souls your soul opened to a depth of love like none you've ever believed was possible. This I give to you, for this is how I am made.

Flesh fails as does blood and we share this in our natures too. It may happen that my time with you is short and I must go ahead. Know then that the surest sign that you have received my gift in full measure is the inconsolable pain your opened soul feels. And when words get in the way of true understanding, and you cry "Why?", know this – I have gone ahead because I know the way.

Don't forget what we shared. Don't forget again what we together learned to remember, and what our spirits know without words. We have learned of love. In our empathy we have learned of all that we share in common which binds together all made of flesh.

If these lessons we've shared grow dim with time and you become confused at the end, do not be afraid. True as always my spirit will come for you. Safe within my loving embrace I will show you the way.

This is how I am made – an angel in spirit, an angel in flesh. This is what I am.

~ by Stavros Phillips

Geraldine Snell (GTS Friend) December 26, 2008

YOU HAVE BECOME.......

You have become the wind,

that plays in my hair.

You have become the water,

that washes away my pain.

You have become the sun,

that takes away my tears,

you have become the shadow,

who gives me the power to fight with all my fears.

Now you are in heaven,

sleeping your endless sleep,

living your prettiest dreams

on a cloud so soft and so deep ....

By Sanja Temnik

Geraldine Snell (GTS Friend) December 20, 2008

I ONLY WANTED YOU

They say memories are golden
well maybe that is true
I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you.

A million times I needed you,
a million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you
you never would have died.

In life I loved you dearly,
In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place
no one could ever fill.

If tears could build a stairway
and heartache make a lane,
I'd walk the path to heaven
and bring you back again.

Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us one by one,
the chain will link again.

--- Anonymous ---

Geraldine Snell (GTS Friend) December 6, 2008

For animal lovers

I shall walk in the Sun above,

Whose golden light you loved.

I shall sleep alone and, stirring, touch an empty place.

I shall write uninterrupted.

Would that your gentle paw could stir my moving

pen just once again.

I shall see beauty, but none to match

your living grace.

I shall hear music, but none so sweet as the

droning song with which you loved me.

I shall fill my days, but I shall not, can not, forget.

Sleep soft dear friend, for while I live

You shall not die."

Michael Joseph

Geraldine Snell (GTS Friend) November 30, 2008

Souls do not disintegrate and die:
Years pass and yet they do not fade away.
Memories are like a distant star
Pouring forth its light across the void.
All our tears and laughter do not lie:
Though we pass like dreams, our spirits stay,
Held fast by love, which is just what we are,
Yet in a form that cannot be destroyed.

By Nicolas Gordon

Geraldine Snell (GTS Friend) November 28, 2008