For The Love Of Dogs

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Today, we honor every beloved pet who now watches us from above. Their love may be unseen, but it still comforts us on the hardest days.

Heaven may have called them home too soon, but their memory remains our warmth. Every quiet moment carries their loyalty, every tear carries their love.

This blue heart shines for all the pets whose presence we still feel, whose love never ends.
You are gone, but never forgotten. We love you always.


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Today marks the day so many years ago that I had to bury my fur baby named Jane. She loved to ride on the gas tank of my motorcycle. There came a day when I had made the decision to have her put to sleep as she could no longer hold herself up. I would hold and support her while she did her business, but, the pain was increasing daily. I think she knew it was time, because I picked her up that morning and held her in my arms as the sun came up.

"Look, darling" I whispered, my voice breaking. "There's the sunrise... You always loved the sunrise." The sky bleeds yellow, orange and purple, lighting up the fields and sky that I’ve cursed and loved for so many years. It was beautiful. It’s always been beautiful. I just forget to look sometimes. As I held her and we faced the sunrise, Jane let out a long, slow breath. It’s wasn't a breath of
pain this time. It was more of a sigh. One of release.

Her head got heavy in my arms... She was gone. :cry:
"Thank you," I sobbed, burying my face in her soft, black fur. "Thank you for being with me". It's okay, now you can rest.
I buried her as the first in my Arkansas cemetery. With a view facing east so she can catch the sunrise. With her now are... Katie, Meiska, toby tyler and toto.



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Rex is 14 months old and Heidi is 6 years. I adopted Rex 2 months ago at 60 pounds.
Being just shy of 90, Rex is already stronger than I am.
For a month, I am trying a special collar to teach him elementary commands, like "to heel."
They will hopefully stay with me for a long time to come, and I won't have again a full pack of four Boxers. I am too old.

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My pack ten years ago......................................................................................................and my recent pack

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A dozen-plus dogs are buried on our pet cemetery, starting with Doberman "Ginger" who was the babysitter for our children.

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Mason, with the face of a boy dog who has known true injustice. The kind where breakfast was delayed by a full four minutes while his human committed the reckless, selfish act of making coffee first, then took a phone call ... A PHONE CALL ... during a national emergency (breakfast o’clock). Truly a tragedy future generations will speak of in hushed tones. The authorities, the neighbors, and possibly NASA have been notified.

Mason now stalks the Earth’s rotation itself, calculating the precise second breakfast should manifest. Any deviation triggers planetary-scale judgment complete with howls that shake the foundations of reality, and a gaze so piercing it could melt steel ... or at least your puny little human soul. Somewhere in orbit, the infinite vacuum of space trembles, unsure it can contain such fury. Satellites quiver, stars whisper warnings, and comets adjust their courses. Mankind has been warned.


 
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