|Most of the photos on this
page are courtesy of Kepguru.
Whispers - Home
Old New Orleans
|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 have been 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
-- 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.