Добавьте, пожалуйста, текст на английском:
Bingo means "I won!", "I'm lucky!". Nevertheless, when finally our boy will drop out lucky card?
Bingo is living in a shelter from the opening. For several years, he was quietly lying in a shack corner while no one paid attention to him. So, Bingo got used to his hideout, the world outside the cage seemed dangerous and unfriendly to him.
However, Bingo got lucky. The dog, which was struggling for staying unnoticed, was finally noticed and began to socialize. Every weekend volunteers began to pull him out of the paddock while Bingo furiously opposed. He could not help understand why, what is the reason for pulling him out of the house, dirty, smelly, but safe. There were a lot of dogs in the paddock, they were running, jumping and barking loudly. All this fuss annoyed Bingo, so he found a quiet corner and watched the scene from it. The days and months passed. But a strange thing happened! Over time, Bingo started to like Saturday walks. He was firstly running to the paddock, making friends with other dogs. Although friendship didn’t started, but he does not avoid communication with other dogs.
Bingo learned to walk on a leash. He is still afraid of unfamiliar sounds and objects appears while walking. If fright Bingo can jerk the leash, but in a quiet environment he usually walks straight and not far from the human.
Bingo is just a sample of friendliness. He never shows even the slightest dissatisfaction to dogs or people. Patiently accept any hygienic and medical manipulations.
Bingo is still cautious with people. Man is very interesting for Bingo, he shows interest and curiosity, but is shy to come and show his feelings. It seems that Bingo still cannot forget the pain inflicted him by people once and that is why he is so cautious. When you sit quietly next to Bingo, stroking his silky coat, come nearer to his bearded face, his huge brown eyes impales right through. It seems that he is trying to dive to the bottom of your soul, to understand, whether a man came to him with good intentions. Bingo’s sight is piercingly clear, he seems to say: "Man, all I have is in front of you, completely in your power, I live in a shelter for many years, nobody needs me. Why did you come to me? What can you give me? ". Bingo is a very kind and defenseless dog, he needs a close daily contact with the man, and he is sure to open his soul. He will be the most tender and devoted friend.
We do not lose hope and passionately believe that the day when the Bingo will exclaim "I'm lucky!"
will come.
He have some minor problems with the liver, just need supportive care. The rest is healthy. Ultrasound, blood tests are of January, 2016
Vaccinated. Neutered.
Year of birth - 2005 (according to the shelter)
Lives in a shelter from July 2009
Troya looks a very sad, shy and quiet girl. Usually firstly she is cautious and distrustful, but while knowing you better, Troya gladly accepts all the attentions. This girl likes to walk, she runs (as she can) to the paddock and back, knows where her cage is. She walks quietly next to a man with a leash.
Troya always looks so sad, her eyes are doleful and while looking at them you feel that nothing cannot make Troy happy. However, three need quite a bit - a small piece of love, a bit of tenderness, some food, but ... from his beloved owner. Please help our Troya to find her family.
Healthy. Vaccinated. Sterilized.
Lives in a shelter since July 2009
Year of birth - 2006 (approximately)
chip №643110000012196
Their joys are simple. A soft bed. A scrap fallen from the table that the younger dogs missed. The memory of a treed squirrel. A stormless night.
White whiskered faces and legs crooked as question marks.
Old Dogs…their sweet Buddha bellies hang over crossed legs as they fall asleep in a coveted patch of sun. Dreaming of out-racing their shadows down long, shady lanes.
Once they danced by your side. The very definition of joy unleashed. A perfect poem caught in shining eyes and wagging tails. They have followed you faithfully for years. And would plunge into fires, untamed wildernesses, raging waters if you asked.
Now, they struggle to catch up. Their pace slow but their hearts still valiant.
Their cloudy eyes are starting to dim and go distant, tuning in to some invisible world. Just beyond your reach.
Don’t go you say, as you scratch the tender part between their ears. Stay longer. I can’t imagine a world without your fur pressed close to my cheek. There are still so many roads we haven’t explored.
And they look up at you with a wisdom that just slays you.
Their backs are bent, not from the weight of years, but from the invisible wings they are growing
That will soon take them to a place where once more they are warriors of speed
Drunk with the sights and scents of a thousand meadows.
Able to leap high enough to touch the wing of the tiniest butterfly.
A place where they will now wait for you to catch up.
Matis is an elderly, wise dog who is not waiting anything good from his life.
However, Matis still has its little pleasures in shelter. Mathis enjoys volunteers visits especially with delicious canned food and walks outside the cage.
After many years spent in shelter prison, Matis begins to enjoy weekly walks, he runs to the paddock where he use to hold leisurely walks while trying to stay away from other dogs and people, in such a manner as "I do not bother you, so, please do not bother to me" . However, if you catch him, Matis loyally tolerate all the teasing, whether caress or hygienic manipulation. As for leash, he refers with the same humility,-does not like, but put up with.
Matis - is the incarnation of humility and kindliness. A chance to find a home for these dogs is tiny. Nevertheless, may be someone's heart tremble and Matis will be presented a few years of well-fed and quiet domestic life
Externally healthy. Vaccinated. Neutered.
Year of birth - 2006 (according to the shelter data)
He lives in a shelter since April 2009.
chip № 643110000012202
Навестила старичка Голди.
В основном спит, иногда встает есть. За ним хорошо ухаживают, но он все больше теряет интерес к жизни. Он здоров, только очень стар
Ласка кушает консервы, но желательно кормить ее не с ложки, а положить в миску, и оставить около нее в зимнике.
По-возможности, контролировать в этот момент (отвлекать) ее соседей.
Она очень ждет этого момента,не трусит, смотрит на все твои приготовления,с интересом - ну давай уже корми, угощай!
Быстро не получилось - движемся медленно, но с "мертвой" точки сдвинулись.
А ведь такая красотуля, а "размерчик" какой?)
Как никому другому желаю этой молоденькой девочке найти своих мампапу.
Часто наблюдаю за ней, а особенно с вниманием в период пересадок - с сородичами не конфликтует,ладит.Много не ждет и не просит: позовешь - услышит, встрепенется, мордочка таким теплом озарится, что невозможно не улыбнуться в ответ. Стройная,тонкокостная, ладненькая такая, вся из себя, не убавить, ни прибавить! Все при ней! Только дома пока нет, да любящего хозяина.
Гуляем на поводочке. Идет..бредет...эта погода просто доканывает его..сырость- главный его враг, стоять долго тяжело, но минуты встречи такие редкие,а желание получить хоть какую-то порцию и внимания и угощения с каждым разом все больше и больше, что терпит, но не уходит.
Старая гвардия..ничего не попросит, просто ждет..
Юля (Констанция)на выгуле вычесала всего нашего парнишу.
СПАСИБО, ЮЛЯ!
Беру на прогулку - идет хорошо, почти не тянет.
Выглядывает их зимника - консервы дают?
Добавьте, пожалуйста, текст на английском:
My sunshine doesn't come from the skies,
It comes from the love in my dog's eyes.
Keksa is an ideal beautiful dog with a wonderful character. Keksa is a rare combination of beauty, intelligence and kindness. But still waits for a piece of happiness!
Despite its fancy-caloric name, Keksa is a real Nefertiti within the dog’s world,- calm, wise, noble and always on a diet. Truthful, the last one advantage is only a "merit" of the shelter life. There is no doubt that if Keksa were a human, she would be named a "Pretty woman", "Bella". Mysterious eastern eyes and a cheeky prey coat shows this Tigress as sophisticated, elegant nature. Whatever,you will certainly never find the same dog, as she is exclusive, premium, VIP, piece production made!
It would seems that with such appearance Keksa’s road should be strewn by sugar bones, but the villain fate decided otherwise. Looking at her exotic strips ornament it is much easier to think that such a toy may not have a problem, that there is already a crowd of people wanting to pick up her. For external originality and other wrappers it is hard to understand the main thing - a rare kindness and her phenomenal intellect, loneliness and hardship. As Saint Exupery said: "The eyes are blind, only heart can see". Open your heart for Keksa and then you can see much more amazing and incredible than the unprecedented striped tiger fur!
Height approximately 55 cm.
Visually healthy, vaccinated, sterilized.
chip № 643110000012044
Year of birth - 2006 (approximately)
Lives in a shelter since July 2009.
Мальта в приюте всегда показывала своим видом, прям акцент делала - не трогайте меня, люди мне не интересны. Разрешала себя гладить, очень послушно терпела все манипуляции с собой (отвезти-привезти, постричь ногти, очередной поход к нашим врачам...), но она никогда не была такой расслабленной и не виляла хвостом!!! То ли немецкий воздух лечебный так успокоительно действует, то ли она просто немецкий язык понимает лучше русского))) Чудеса!
Как же сложно представить, на сколько тяжело собаке оказаться в тесной клетке посреди кучи лающих псов после жизни в теплой и безопасной квартире. Особенно тяжело тем, чей смысл жизни заключен в человеке. Но даже в такой обстановке красавица Фрея не потеряла своего жизнелюбия, она продолжала весело скакать, как мячик, при встрече с людьми, нетерпеливо поскуливала в ожидании прогулки или вкусняшки. И любой человек, видевший эту девочку, говорил: "Не место тебе в приюте", и сама Фрея наверняка каждый раз засыпала в вольере с надеждой, что найдется тот, кто приласкает ее и скажет заветные слова "Пойдем домой!", ведь этот лучик солнца обязательно станет верным другом для своего хозяина.
Сегодня Фрея наконец-то дождалась! Уважаемые модераторы, прошу перенести Фрею в пристроенные. 13 июня - Фрея покинула приют и отправилась домой! Теперь она носит имя Фея, спит в тепле и безопасности, кушает досыта и главное, любит и сама любима!
Это ее вторая встреча с хозяевами, и она уже им доверилась так, что с уверенностью сама зашла за ними в машину)
Помыли, накормили и спать уложили
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 longtime 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 when 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 whatever higher being you believe in 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 long 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 lie -- you will remember those three significant days. 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 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 we will always possess.
I would've died that day if not for you.
I would've given up on life if not for your kind eyes.
I would've used my teeth in fear if not for your gentle hands.
I would have left this life believing that all humans don't care
Believing there is no such thing as fur that isn't matted,
skin that isn't flea bitten, good food and enough of it,
beds to sleep on, someone to love me,
to show me I deserve love just because I exist.
Your kind eyes, your loving smile, your gentle hands
Your big heart saved me...
You saved me from the terror of the pound,
Soothing away the memories of my old life.
You will teach me what it means to be loved.
I have seen you do the same for other dogs like me.
I have heard you ask yourself in times of despair
Why you do it-
I tell you with the gratitude and love that shines in my eyes
In the best way I know how
Reminding you why you go on trying.
I am the reason
The dogs before me are the reason
As are the ones who come after.
Our lives would've been wasted, our love never given
We would die if not for you.
He was lost-not a shade of doubt of that;
For he never barked at a slinking cat,
But stood in the square where the wind blew raw
With a drooping ear and a trembling paw
And a mournful look in his pleading eye
And a plaintive sniff at the passer-by
That begged as plain as a tongue could sue,
"O Mister! Please may I follow you?"
Добавьте, пожалуйста, текст на английском:
Bingo means "I won!", "I'm lucky!". Nevertheless, when finally our boy will drop out lucky card?
Bingo is living in a shelter from the opening. For several years, he was quietly lying in a shack corner while no one paid attention to him. So, Bingo got used to his hideout, the world outside the cage seemed dangerous and unfriendly to him.
However, Bingo got lucky. The dog, which was struggling for staying unnoticed, was finally noticed and began to socialize. Every weekend volunteers began to pull him out of the paddock while Bingo furiously opposed. He could not help understand why, what is the reason for pulling him out of the house, dirty, smelly, but safe. There were a lot of dogs in the paddock, they were running, jumping and barking loudly. All this fuss annoyed Bingo, so he found a quiet corner and watched the scene from it. The days and months passed. But a strange thing happened! Over time, Bingo started to like Saturday walks. He was firstly running to the paddock, making friends with other dogs. Although friendship didn’t started, but he does not avoid communication with other dogs.
Bingo learned to walk on a leash. He is still afraid of unfamiliar sounds and objects appears while walking. If fright Bingo can jerk the leash, but in a quiet environment he usually walks straight and not far from the human.
Bingo is just a sample of friendliness. He never shows even the slightest dissatisfaction to dogs or people. Patiently accept any hygienic and medical manipulations.
Bingo is still cautious with people. Man is very interesting for Bingo, he shows interest and curiosity, but is shy to come and show his feelings. It seems that Bingo still cannot forget the pain inflicted him by people once and that is why he is so cautious. When you sit quietly next to Bingo, stroking his silky coat, come nearer to his bearded face, his huge brown eyes impales right through. It seems that he is trying to dive to the bottom of your soul, to understand, whether a man came to him with good intentions. Bingo’s sight is piercingly clear, he seems to say: "Man, all I have is in front of you, completely in your power, I live in a shelter for many years, nobody needs me. Why did you come to me? What can you give me? ". Bingo is a very kind and defenseless dog, he needs a close daily contact with the man, and he is sure to open his soul. He will be the most tender and devoted friend.
We do not lose hope and passionately believe that the day when the Bingo will exclaim "I'm lucky!"
will come.
He have some minor problems with the liver, just need supportive care. The rest is healthy. Ultrasound, blood tests are of January, 2016
Vaccinated. Neutered.
Year of birth - 2005 (according to the shelter)
Lives in a shelter from July 2009
водяная собака. НА выгуле из бассейна не вылезает
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Troya looks a very sad, shy and quiet girl. Usually firstly she is cautious and distrustful, but while knowing you better, Troya gladly accepts all the attentions. This girl likes to walk, she runs (as she can) to the paddock and back, knows where her cage is. She walks quietly next to a man with a leash.
Troya always looks so sad, her eyes are doleful and while looking at them you feel that nothing cannot make Troy happy. However, three need quite a bit - a small piece of love, a bit of tenderness, some food, but ... from his beloved owner. Please help our Troya to find her family.
Healthy. Vaccinated. Sterilized.
Lives in a shelter since July 2009
Year of birth - 2006 (approximately)
chip №643110000012196
OLD DOGS
Their joys are simple. A soft bed. A scrap fallen from the table that the younger dogs missed. The memory of a treed squirrel. A stormless night.
White whiskered faces and legs crooked as question marks.
Old Dogs…their sweet Buddha bellies hang over crossed legs as they fall asleep in a coveted patch of sun. Dreaming of out-racing their shadows down long, shady lanes.
Once they danced by your side. The very definition of joy unleashed. A perfect poem caught in shining eyes and wagging tails. They have followed you faithfully for years. And would plunge into fires, untamed wildernesses, raging waters if you asked.
Now, they struggle to catch up. Their pace slow but their hearts still valiant.
Their cloudy eyes are starting to dim and go distant, tuning in to some invisible world. Just beyond your reach.
Don’t go you say, as you scratch the tender part between their ears. Stay longer. I can’t imagine a world without your fur pressed close to my cheek. There are still so many roads we haven’t explored.
And they look up at you with a wisdom that just slays you.
Their backs are bent, not from the weight of years, but from the invisible wings they are growing
That will soon take them to a place where once more they are warriors of speed
Drunk with the sights and scents of a thousand meadows.
Able to leap high enough to touch the wing of the tiniest butterfly.
A place where they will now wait for you to catch up.
Добавьте, пожалуйста, текст на английском:
Matis is an elderly, wise dog who is not waiting anything good from his life.
However, Matis still has its little pleasures in shelter. Mathis enjoys volunteers visits especially with delicious canned food and walks outside the cage.
After many years spent in shelter prison, Matis begins to enjoy weekly walks, he runs to the paddock where he use to hold leisurely walks while trying to stay away from other dogs and people, in such a manner as "I do not bother you, so, please do not bother to me" . However, if you catch him, Matis loyally tolerate all the teasing, whether caress or hygienic manipulation. As for leash, he refers with the same humility,-does not like, but put up with.
Matis - is the incarnation of humility and kindliness. A chance to find a home for these dogs is tiny. Nevertheless, may be someone's heart tremble and Matis will be presented a few years of well-fed and quiet domestic life
Externally healthy. Vaccinated. Neutered.
Year of birth - 2006 (according to the shelter data)
He lives in a shelter since April 2009.
chip № 643110000012202
Навестила старичка Голди.
В основном спит, иногда встает есть. За ним хорошо ухаживают, но он все больше теряет интерес к жизни. Он здоров, только очень стар
Ласка кушает консервы, но желательно кормить ее не с ложки, а положить в миску, и оставить около нее в зимнике.
)
По-возможности, контролировать в этот момент (отвлекать) ее соседей.
Она очень ждет этого момента,не трусит, смотрит на все твои приготовления,с интересом - ну давай уже корми, угощай!
Быстро не получилось - движемся медленно, но с "мертвой" точки сдвинулись.
А ведь такая красотуля, а "размерчик" какой?
Как никому другому желаю этой молоденькой девочке найти своих мампапу.
Часто наблюдаю за ней, а особенно с вниманием в период пересадок - с сородичами не конфликтует,ладит.Много не ждет и не просит: позовешь - услышит, встрепенется, мордочка таким теплом озарится, что невозможно не улыбнуться в ответ. Стройная,тонкокостная, ладненькая такая, вся из себя, не убавить, ни прибавить! Все при ней! Только дома пока нет, да любящего хозяина.
Гуляем на поводочке. Идет..бредет...эта погода просто доканывает его..сырость- главный его враг, стоять долго тяжело, но минуты встречи такие редкие,а желание получить хоть какую-то порцию и внимания и угощения с каждым разом все больше и больше, что терпит, но не уходит.
Старая гвардия..ничего не попросит, просто ждет..
Юля (Констанция)на выгуле вычесала всего нашего парнишу.
СПАСИБО, ЮЛЯ!
Беру на прогулку - идет хорошо, почти не тянет.
Выглядывает их зимника - консервы дают?
Какие замечательные фото и видео))) Хочется смотреть, не переставая, на эту счастливую мордаху. Парень просто красавец и счастливчик.)))
Добавьте, пожалуйста, текст на английском:
My sunshine doesn't come from the skies,
It comes from the love in my dog's eyes.
Keksa is an ideal beautiful dog with a wonderful character. Keksa is a rare combination of beauty, intelligence and kindness. But still waits for a piece of happiness!
Despite its fancy-caloric name, Keksa is a real Nefertiti within the dog’s world,- calm, wise, noble and always on a diet. Truthful, the last one advantage is only a "merit" of the shelter life. There is no doubt that if Keksa were a human, she would be named a "Pretty woman", "Bella". Mysterious eastern eyes and a cheeky prey coat shows this Tigress as sophisticated, elegant nature. Whatever,you will certainly never find the same dog, as she is exclusive, premium, VIP, piece production made!
It would seems that with such appearance Keksa’s road should be strewn by sugar bones, but the villain fate decided otherwise. Looking at her exotic strips ornament it is much easier to think that such a toy may not have a problem, that there is already a crowd of people wanting to pick up her. For external originality and other wrappers it is hard to understand the main thing - a rare kindness and her phenomenal intellect, loneliness and hardship. As Saint Exupery said: "The eyes are blind, only heart can see". Open your heart for Keksa and then you can see much more amazing and incredible than the unprecedented striped tiger fur!
Height approximately 55 cm.
Visually healthy, vaccinated, sterilized.
chip № 643110000012044
Year of birth - 2006 (approximately)
Lives in a shelter since July 2009.
Мальта в приюте всегда показывала своим видом, прям акцент делала - не трогайте меня, люди мне не интересны. Разрешала себя гладить, очень послушно терпела все манипуляции с собой (отвезти-привезти, постричь ногти, очередной поход к нашим врачам...), но она никогда не была такой расслабленной и не виляла хвостом!!! То ли немецкий воздух лечебный так успокоительно действует, то ли она просто немецкий язык понимает лучше русского))) Чудеса!
Как же сложно представить, на сколько тяжело собаке оказаться в тесной клетке посреди кучи лающих псов после жизни в теплой и безопасной квартире. Особенно тяжело тем, чей смысл жизни заключен в человеке. Но даже в такой обстановке красавица Фрея не потеряла своего жизнелюбия, она продолжала весело скакать, как мячик, при встрече с людьми, нетерпеливо поскуливала в ожидании прогулки или вкусняшки. И любой человек, видевший эту девочку, говорил: "Не место тебе в приюте", и сама Фрея наверняка каждый раз засыпала в вольере с надеждой, что найдется тот, кто приласкает ее и скажет заветные слова "Пойдем домой!", ведь этот лучик солнца обязательно станет верным другом для своего хозяина.
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Сегодня Фрея наконец-то дождалась!
Уважаемые модераторы, прошу перенести Фрею в пристроенные. 13 июня - Фрея покинула приют и отправилась домой! Теперь она носит имя Фея, спит в тепле и безопасности, кушает досыта и главное, любит и сама любима!
Это ее вторая встреча с хозяевами, и она уже им доверилась так, что с уверенностью сама зашла за ними в машину)
Помыли, накормили и спать уложили
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 longtime 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 when 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 whatever higher being you believe in 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 long 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 lie -- you will remember those three significant days. The memory will most likely to be painful, and leave an ache in your heart--
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As time passes the ache will come and go as if it has a life of its own. You will both reject it and 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 we will always possess.
~~by Martin Scot Kosins
I would've died that day if not for you.
I would've given up on life if not for your kind eyes.
I would've used my teeth in fear if not for your gentle hands.
I would have left this life believing that all humans don't care
Believing there is no such thing as fur that isn't matted,
skin that isn't flea bitten, good food and enough of it,
beds to sleep on, someone to love me,
to show me I deserve love just because I exist.
Your kind eyes, your loving smile, your gentle hands
Your big heart saved me...
You saved me from the terror of the pound,
Soothing away the memories of my old life.
You will teach me what it means to be loved.
I have seen you do the same for other dogs like me.
I have heard you ask yourself in times of despair
Why you do it-
I tell you with the gratitude and love that shines in my eyes
In the best way I know how
Reminding you why you go on trying.
I am the reason
The dogs before me are the reason
As are the ones who come after.
Our lives would've been wasted, our love never given
We would die if not for you.
He was lost-not a shade of doubt of that;
For he never barked at a slinking cat,
But stood in the square where the wind blew raw
With a drooping ear and a trembling paw
And a mournful look in his pleading eye
And a plaintive sniff at the passer-by
That begged as plain as a tongue could sue,
"O Mister! Please may I follow you?"