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Sindar
May 18, 1996-
Aug 8, 1998
Sindar loved the scent of flowers |
Tasha
Jul 7, 1992-
Jan 7, 2007
Most beautiful one. Most beloved |
My love's love transcends worlds. She has returned to me and I am
whole again.
Know that my
beloved is hidden from everyone
Know that she is beyond the belief of all beliefs
Know that in my heart she is as clear as the moon
Know that she is the life in my body and soul
Rumi from
The Love Poems of Rumi
"The sun shines not on us but in us. The
rivers flow not past, but through us, thrilling, tingling, vibrating
every fiber and cell of the substance of our bodies, making them
glide and sing. The trees wave and the flowers bloom in our bodies
as well as our souls, and every bird song, wind song, and tremendous
storm song of the rocks in the heart of the mountains is our song,
our very own, and sings our love."-
John Muir"A tool in your hands I am dear God,
the sweetest instrument you have shaped my being into.
What makes me now complete-
feeling the soul of every creature against my heart.
Does every creature have a soul?
Surely they do; for everything God has touched will have
life forever.
And all creatures he has held." - St. Francis of Assisi
Animals have soul.
They can be our spirit guides in this life and when they pass over.
They reincarnate as we do. They have a deep spiritual self that
manifests complete unconditional love. The life after death is rich,
beautiful, radiant and complex- but one that moves us closer to the
light and resonance with the universal love. Lauren guided us in a
meditation that helped bring me closer to my inner self and to
experience Tasha. Tasha came to me- I was not seeking her that day.
She came with such incredible beauty and love and yet with such
simplicity and gentleness that I burst into tears. In my
relationship with Tasha there was only joy- now and when she was on
this plane. During and after her passing I lost no weight. I did not
become sick. These things could not happen because her love for me-
our relationship was so fundamentally loving that sickness could
never be a part of it. At a soul level she communicates with great
wisdom and complete love. Understanding this helps me understand the
fundamental connection of all spirit in the universe. It is a core
of my spiritual understanding and it is completely and utterly
beautiful.-
Lowell
Greenberg
"...He knew now what had been
missing from his life as a dog – peace and love. He had never felt
such emotion for anyone as he felt for his wise old teacher, Shimone,
who had returned, as promised, as the woman, Faith.
As Ninja Khan grew older, his black and tan coat became touched with
the first frosting of silver. Faith grew older too, but she was
strong as a steel knife, and seemed as if she could live forever.
But things are not always as they seem.
One night, Ninja woke from his sleep, twitching restlessly on the
carpet at the foot of Faith’s bed. Something had awakened him.
Something familiar.
From the dim light of the stars that came through the window, Ninja
looked up into the eyes of Death, with his long, cold finger pointed
straight at Faith.
Without a thought for himself, in the way of the Spiritual Warrior,
Ninja hurled himself between Faith and Death. Death’s bony finger
chilled him to his heart.
It was at that moment that Faith realized she was not dreaming. She
watched speechlessly, as Death, angry at missing his original goal,
passed through the closed door of her room with a sizzling sound.
Weary from his wound, Ninja Khan hobbled toward his friend, and
mind-spoke to her, “Know this, Faith. From earth we come and to
earth we return. Once again a blood link has been formed between us
that will exist throughout eternity.
“The gift of love freely given and freely accepted, does not end
because the body dies. The energy lives on and moves into other
lifetimes, other expressions of self. Ours is a love that will
transcend all time and space. And we will be together again.
“You will take me in again when I have been abandoned, and I will
save you again when next the arrows fly.” The dog’s lungs gave a
rattling wheeze and his mind-speak was barely a whisper, “We are
even, Faith…. And more than even.”
“Don’t talk anymore,” Faith pleaded. “Let me take you to the vet and
you’ll get well again.”
The dog shook his head slightly, and drew in a labored breath,
“Remember, Faith, the temple is but a symbol of the dream of life –
a vision of the possibilities that exist in the creation of the
mind. When on the threshold of a new temple, a wise man steps
through eagerly, welcoming each new sunrise. We will again share the
same sunrise, Faith. Remember me – when we meet again.”
And Faith placed her perfectly manicured hand onto the wide,
furry paw of her Spiritual Warrior for the last time.
And the Spirit of the Ninja separated
from the body of the dog,
and spiraled up into the Light…..
traveling beyond the speed of Love
to become one with the All That Is.
And the stars sang in the sky."
from
"Spirit of the Ninja," by Toni Siegel
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There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth. It is called the Rainbow Bridge
because of its many colors. Just this side of the Rainbow Bridge, there is a land of
meadows, hills and valleys with lush green grass. When a beloved pet
dies, the pet goes to this place. There is always food and water, and warm spring weather.
The old and frail animals are young again. Those who have been maimed are made whole
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But there is only one thing missing. They are not with their special person who
loved them on Earth. So each day they run and play until the day comes when one suddenly
stops playing and looks up. The nose twitches! The ears are up! The eyes are staring! And
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You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling
together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. Your face is kissed again and again
and again, and you look once more into the eyes of your trusting pet. Then
you cross the Rainbow Bridge together, never again to be separated.
From "The Rainbow Bridge," by Paul C. Daum |
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Weep Not for Me, In Memory of a Beloved Cat
Weep not for me though I am gone into that gentle night.
Grieve if you will, but not for long upon my soul's sweet flight.
I am at peace, my soul's at rest
There is no need for tears.
For with your love I was so blessed.
For all those many years.
There is no pain, I suffer not,
The fear now all is gone.
Put now these things out of your thoughts,
In your memory I live on.
Remember not my fight for breath
Remember not the strife.
Please do not dwell upon my death,
But celebrate my life.
Constance Jenkins,
Written in In Loving Memory of Isolde
Copyright 1992 Constance Jenkins, All Rights Reserved
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The Rainbow Bridge
for those alone and without a friend in this life...
There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth. It is called
the Rainbow Bridge because of its many colors. Just this side
of the Rainbow Bridge, there is a land of meadows, hills and
valleys with lush green grass. When a beloved pet dies, the
pet goes to this place. There is always food and water, and
warm Spring weather. Those old and frail animals are young
again. Those who have been maimed are made whole again. They
play all day with each other.
Some of them here are different. They were beaten, starved,
tortured, and unloved. They watch wistfully as their friends
leave one by one, to cross the bridge with their special
person. For them there is no one, no special one. Their time
on earth did not give them one.
But one day, as they run and play, they notice someone
standing by the road to the bridge. This person wistfully
watches the reunions of friends, for in their life, they had
no pet. They were beaten, starved, tortured, and unloved.
As they stand there alone, one of the unloved pets comes up
to them, curious as to why this one is alone. And as the
they get nearer to each other, a miracle occurs, for these are
the ones who were meant to be together. Their special person,
their beloved pet, although on Earth they never met. With the
meeting of two souls, the pain and the sorrow disappear, and
two friends are together.
Then they cross the Rainbow Bridge together, never again
to be separated.
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A Time To Remember
They come into our lives for such a short time-
a time we wouldn't trade not even for a dime.
Then before you know it the years have flown by
and then all of a sudden we're saying good-bye.
It wasn't that long ago we said our good-byes.
We held on to you tight as you closed your eyes.
Your spirit has flown home on the wings of a dove
into God's loving arms; in heaven above.
Over the days we've shed many tears
but the memories we have will live on for years.
We feel your presence and we know that you are near
You're keeping us safe and calming our fears.
We think about memories from years past
when you were young and strong and ran so fast.
We remember all the great times that we all had.
How you always made us happy never made us mad.
They were the best and happiest years we had.
We'll always look back on them and never be sad.
We look forward to the time we'll be together again
and we thank the Lord for such a great friend
Now you run and play up in Heaven above
cradled in God's arms covered with his love.
Playing by the Bridge waiting for the day
we come down through the meadow to the bridge to stay.
The love that you showed us we'll never forget
because to us you're one very special pet.
You're like a star in the dark of night
always watching over us with the Lord's light.
So now we take time to remember our best friend
who will always be with us even to the end.
We'll always remember you the way you were-
one big lovable, huggable pile of fur.
John Quealy
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Living Love
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 long-time 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 where 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 God 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 alone 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
lay---you will remember those three significant days. The
memory will most likely be painful, and leave an ache in
your heart---As time passes the ache will come and go as it
has a life of its own. You will both reject it and embrace
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 that we will always
possess.
By Martin Scot Kosins
Author of "Maya's First Rose"
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The Best Place to Bury a Dog
“… For if the dog be well remembered, if sometimes she leaps
through your
dreams actual as in life, eyes kindling, laughing, begging, it matters not
where that dog sleeps.
On a hill where the wind is not rebuked and the trees are roaring, or beside a
stream she knew in puppyhood, or somewhere in the flatness of a pastureland
where most exhilarating cattle graze. It is one to a dog, and all one to
you, and nothing is gained and nothing lost – if memory lives. But there is
one best place to bury a dog.
If you bury her in this spot, she 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 may call a dozen living dogs to
heel, they shall not growl at her nor resent her coming, for she belongs
there.
People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by her
footfall, who hear no whimper, people who have never really had a dog.
Smile at them, for you shall know something that is hidden from them.
The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of her master…”
Author Unknown
Quoted from rec.pet.dogs.health
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The Loss of a
Heart-Dog
I stood by your bed last night, I
came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, you found it hard
to sleep.
I whined to you so softly as you brushed away a
tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm
fine, I'm here."
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour
the tea.
You were thinking of the many times your hands
reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today, your arms were
getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wished I could do
more.
I was with you at my grave today, you tend it with
such care.
I want to reassure you that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled
for your key.
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said,
"It's me."
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair. I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing
there.
It's possible for me to be so near you everyday. To say to you with certainty, "I never went
away."
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you
knew...In the stillness of that evening, I was very close
to you.
The day is over now ... I smile and watch you
yawning,
And say, "Goodnight, God bless, I'll see you in
the morning."
And when the time is right for you to cross the
brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side
by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much
for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out ... then come Home
to be with me.
Author Unknown
Quoted from rec.pet.dogs.health
I Am Your Dog
(Author Unknown)
I am your dog and I have a little something
I'd like to whisper in your ear. I know that
you humans lead busy lives. Some have to
work, some have children to raise. It always
seems like you are running here and there,
often much too fast, often not noticing the
truly grand things in life. Look down at me
now, while you sit there at your computer.
See the way my dark brown eyes look at
yours? They are slightly cloudy now. That
comes with age. The gray hairs are beginning
to ring my soft muzzle.
You smile at me and I see love in your eyes.
What do you see in mine? Do you see a
spirit? A soul inside, who loves you as no
other could in the world? A spirit that
would forgive all trespasses of prior wrong
doing for just a moment of your time? That
is all I ask. To slow down, if even for a
few minutes, to be with me. So many times
you have been saddened by the words you read
on that screen, of others of my kind
passing. Sometimes we die young and oh so
quickly. Sometimes we age so slowly before
your eyes that you may not even seem to know
until the very end, when we look at your
with grizzled muzzles and cataract clouded
eyes. Still the love is always there, even
when we must take that long sleep to run
free in a distant land.
I may not be here tomorrow. I may not be
here next week. Someday you will shed the
water from your eyes that humans have when
deep grief fills their souls, and you will
be angry at yourself that you did not have
just one more day with me. Because I love
you so, your sorrow touches my spirit and
grieves me. We have now together. So come
sit down next to me here on the floor, and
look deep into my eyes. What do you see? If
you look hard and deep enough we will talk,
you and I, heart to heart. Come to me not as
an alpha, or as a trainer, or even as mom
and dad. Come to me as a living soul and
stroke my fur and let us look into one
another's eyes and talk. I may tell you
something about the fun of chasing a tennis
ball, or I may tell you something profound
about myself, or even about life in general.
You decided to have me in your life because
you wanted a soul to share such things with.
Someone very different from you; and here I
am. I am a dog, but I am alive. I feel
emotion, I feel physical senses, and I can
revel in the differences of our spirits and
souls. I do not think of you as a dog on two
feet; I know what you are. You are human, in
all your quirkiness, and I love you still.
Now, come sit with me on the floor. Enter my
world, and let time slow down if only for 15
minutes. Look deep into my eyes and whisper
into my ears. Speak with your heart and with
your joy, and I will know your true self. We
may not have tomorrow, and life is so very
short.
Love,
Your Dog
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