Half my life left today

[oodlesofpoodles]

Your Issy was a beautiful dog, but she will always be with you in your heart. The pictures are wonderful, thank you for sharing.

[Rooroo]

sorry to hear of your loss... hope you are well... rembember that your doggie is watching over you still!!

[luigi2]

OMG i am sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooo sorry how old was he/ she .hope you feel ok!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[renmig]

I am so sorry for your loss.

I know it's hard and I understand what your feeling. The pain is always there, but time heals it.

You gave your puppy all the love you could and gave her a good life while she was with you.

There is another puppy out there who needs you and a home to come home with people who will love her/him.

Renee
Bella, Kittie and Smokey

SO SORRY TO READ THE BAD NEWS ABOUT YOUR LOVING DOG !!!

Here is a great poem . I posted it before , but it will give you a good feeling , I hope .


I'm Still Here

Friend, please don't mourn for me
I'm still here, though you don't see.
I'm right by your side each night and day
and within your heart I long to stay.

My body is gone but I'm always near.
I'm everything you feel, see or hear.
My spirit is free, but I'll never depart
as long as you keep me alive in your heart.

I'll never wander out of your sight-
I'm the brightest star on a summer night.
I'll never be beyond your reach-
I'm the warm moist sand when you're at the beach.

I'm the colorful leaves when fall comes around
and the pure white snow that blankets the ground.
I'm the beautiful flowers of which you're so fond, The clear cool water in a quiet pond.

I'm the first bright blossom you'll see in the spring,
The first warm raindrop that April will bring.
I'm the first ray of light when the sun starts to shine,
and you'll see that the face in the moon is mine.

When you start thinking there's no one to love you,
you can talk to me through the Lord above you.
I'll whisper my answer through the leaves on the trees,
and you'll feel my presence in the soft summer breeze.

I'm the hot salty tears that flow when you weep
and the beautiful dreams that come while you sleep.
I'm the smile you see on a baby's face.
Just look for me, friend, I'm everyplace!

[iwuvsmypuppy]

thanx you guys it really has helped me get over Izzys death> i can say it easier now thanx 4 ooking at the pics!!!!!!!!!!!!

[iwuvsmypuppy]

umm for those who are just reading Isabell was hit by a truck on 2/21/03 it was a fast death so she didnt feel much of anything here are some pictures of her (and my family u can tell the difference) there is more than one page of pictures u have to scroll down to the bottom and click next page i didnt know if everybody knew that

wots of wuv
~*~ Isabell(RB)&Cait~*~

[Don McCarron]

Now cracks a noble heart. Goodnight, sweet Prince.
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

[Don McCarron]

There are various places in which a dog may be buried.

I am thinking now of a setter whose coat was flame in the sunshine and who, so far as I am aware, never entertained a mean or unworthy thought. This setter is buried beneath a cherry tree, under four feet of garden loam and, at it's proper season, the cherry tree strews petals on the green lawn of his grave. Beneath a cherry tree or an apple or any shrub is an excellent place to bury a dog.

Beneath such trees, such shrubs he slept in the drowsy summer or gnawed at a flavourous bone or lifted his head to challenge some intruder. These are good places in life or in death.

Yet it is a small matter for if the dog be well remembered, if sometimes he leaps through your dreams actual as in life, eyes kindling, laughing, begging it matters not at all where that dog sleeps.

On a hill where the wind is unrebuked and trees are roaring or beside a stream he knew in puppyhood, or somewhere in the flatness of a pasture lane where most exhilarating cattle grazed is all one to the dog, and all one to you. And nothing is gained, nothing is lost if memory lives.

But there is one place to bury a dog, if you bury him in this spot he will come to you when you call, come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death and down the well remembered path and to your side again. And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel they shall not growl at him nor resent his coming for he belongs there. People may laugh at you who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear no whimper, people who never really had a dog. Smile at them for you shall know something that is hidden from them and which is well worth the knowing.

The best place to bury a dog is in the heart of his master.

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Not my words but so true. You'll meet again, and next time is forever.