A Man and his Dog
A man and his dog were walking along a road.
The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him
that he was dead.
He remembered dying and that his dog had been dead for years.
He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of
the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken
by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.
When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch
that looked like mother of pearl and the street that led to the gate
looked like pure gold.
He and the dog walked toward the gate and as they got closer, they
saw a man at a desk to one side. When they were close enough,
he called out, “Excuse me, where are we?”
“This is heaven, sir,” the man answered.
“Wow! Would you happen to have some water?” the traveler asked.
“Of course, sir. Come right in, I’ll have some ice water sent right up.”
The man gestured and the gate began to open.
“Can my friend,” gesturing toward the dog, “come in too?” the traveler asked.
“I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t accept pets.”
The man thought for a moment, and then, turning back towards the road,
continued the way they had been going.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, they came to
a dirt road which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed.
There was no fence. As they approached the gate, he saw a man inside,
leaning against a tree and reading a book.
“Excuse me!” he called to the reader. “Do you have any water?”
“Yeah, sure, there’s a pump over there”. The man pointed to a place that
couldn’t be seen from outside the gate. “Come on in.”
“How about my friend here?”. The traveler said, gesturing to the dog.
“There should be a bowl by the pump” said the man.
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an
old fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.
The traveler filled the bowl and took a long drink, then gave some to the dog.
When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man
who was standing by the tree waiting for them.
“What do you call this place?” the traveler asked.
“This is heaven,” was the answer.”
“Well, that’s confusing,” the traveler said. “The man down the
road said that was heaven, too.”
“Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and the pearly gates?
Nope, that’s hell.”
“Doesn’t it make you mad for them to use your name like that?”
“Nope, I can see how you might think so, but we’re just happy
that they screen out the folks who’ll leave their best friends behind.”
Dedicated to Rick and Diane (Lambert) Holt and family in memory of Vada
RIP sweet Vada. Free of pain and in a better place.
Dedicated to Joe Shuster and family in memory of Bea
My sweet Bea. I will always hold you in my heart, till we meet again.
Dedicated to the Maxwell family in memory of Miss SallyBumbles
“…love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”
Dedicated to Trouble and Christina Pryor in memory of Tino
“Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk of me as if I were beside you..
I loved you so- ’twas Heaven here with you.”
Dedicated to the Magnus family in memory of Lisa
“It is a fearful thing to love what death can touch.”
Dedicated to the Haman family in memory of Lizzie
“What the heart has once owned and had, it shall never lose.”
Dedicated to Debbie Greene Lawson in memory of Jenny
Our precious little Jenny has went to the Rainbow Bridge. I love u!
Dedicated to Mary Sullivan in memory of Colleen
“I hope I can be half as good a human for the rest of my years as she was a good dog.”
Dedicated to Diane Miller Babcock in honor of “Raymon”
Run free Baby Ray. We love you!
Dedicated to Julie Burns in memory of “Sky”
We miss you so very much!
Dedicated to Jon & Laurie Geiger in memory of “Brooke”
A special, exceptionally sweet greyhound and oh so beautiful!
Dedicated to Judy Paulsen in memory of Italian Greyhound, “Taz”
What a grand presence he was for such a small dog in stature!
Dedicated to Cindy Barnhard Slater in memory of “Harley” (Jim Bug)
Run fast and free our handsome Harley
Dedicated to Kristy Thompson Kuhl in memory of “MissleMan”
R.I.P. my beautiful boy
Dedicated to Kathi Lowery Borsos in honor of “Flirt”
Run free sweet girl, it’s forever playtime now!
Dedicated to Linda Valentine Bryant in honor of “Pepper”
“Pepper will always live in the hearts of all who knew him.”
Dedicated to Jeremy Comiskey in memory of “Honor”
We could not have asked for a better dog to enhance our lives.
Dedicated to Roberta Diakun in memory of “Boo”
Dec, 27, 1998-Oct. 18, 2012
My most devoted dog ever, often serious, sometimes silly, always dignified.
Dedicated to Lucille Vaughan in memory of “Poppy”
Only with me 18 months but oh, what an impact you made. Sleep sweet darling girl xxxxx
A Loan From God
God promised at the birth of time,
A special friend to give,
His time on earth is short, he said,
So love him while he lives.
It may be six or seven years,
Or twelve or then sixteen,
But will you, till I call him back,
Take care of him for me?
A wagging tail and cold wet nose,
And silken velvet ears,
A heart as big as all outdoors,
To love you through the years.
His puppy ways will gladden you,
And antics bring a smile,
As guardian or friend he will,
Be loyal all the while.
He’ll bring his charms to grace your life,
And though his stay be brief,
When he’s gone the memories,
Are solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay,
Since all from earth return,
But lessons only a dog can teach,
I want you each to learn.
Whatever love you give to him,
Returns in triple measure,
Follow his lead and gain a life,
Brim full of simple pleasure.
Enjoy each day as it comes,
Allow your heart to guide,
Be loyal and steadfast in love,
As the dog there by your side.
Now will you give him all your love,
Nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call,
To take him back again?
I fancy each of us would say,
“Dear Lord, thy will be done,
For all the joy this dog shall bring,
The risk of grief we’ll run.
“We’ll shelter him with tenderness,
We’ll love him while we may,
And for the happiness we’ve known,
Forever grateful stay.
“But shall the angels call for him,
Much sooner than we’ve planned,
We’ll brave the bitter grief that comes,
And try to understand.”