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Precious and Dear |
This page is dedicated to Junior. A faithful companion. A precious and dear friend. June 16, 1995 - June 12, 2011 ~ & ~ To Dr. Dean and his staff, who were so kind to Junior, and to me. |
A dog's eyes have the power to speak a great language. -- Martin Buber |
My dog ... my friend ... the heartbeat at my feet. -- Edith Wharton |
I have come to believe that dogs are our link to paradise. -- Milan Kundera |
Who can believe that there is no soul behind those luminous eyes? -- Theophile Gautier |
It takes a long time to grow an old friend. -- John Leonard |
He's my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being; by the way he rests his head against my leg, by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile, by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. With him, I can face anything. He is loyalty itself. With him, I know a secret comfort and private peace. His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. His presence is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. He has promised to wait for me ... whenever ... wherever ... in case I need him. And I will need him. I always have. -- Author Unknown |
Junior, watching and waiting for his mom. ~ ~ ~ |
When I wrote this poem awhile back, it was with Junior in mind ... Worries are neglected, Old hurts are rejected, Cares and fears deflected, Our attitude's affected, Our focus re-directed, Our feelings are protected, Good times are recollected, And love's sweetly reflected In the eyes of a friend. -- by Nancy Brister |
My heart still aches in sadness and secret tears still flow... what it meant to lose you, no one will ever know. |