I ask that you grieve not for the loss, but rejoice in the face that
we lived,loved and touched each others lives. My life was fuller
because you were there, not as a master/owner, but as my FRIEND.
Today,I am as I was in my youth. The grass is always green,butterflies
flit among the flowers and the Sun shines gently down upon all of God's
creatures. I can run,jump,play,and do all the things that I did in my
youth. There is no sickness,no aching joints,no regrets and no aging.
We await the arrival of our lifelong companions and know that
togetherness is forever. You live in our hearts as we do in
yours. Companions such as you,are so rare and unique. Don't hold
the love that you have within yourself. Give it to another like me
and then I will live forever. For love never really dies; and you ARE
loved and missed as surely as we are.
by Ken D. Conover
| TINKER BELL IN HER GOLDEN YEARS |
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| Blessed is the person who has earned the love of an old dog. Sidney Jeanne Seward |
