I like the idea of rainbow bridge and it would be a great comfort to know that we get to be with the ones we love again.
I lost my father to cancer last year. It feels rather strange saying that because in truth, I lost him a long time before that. We were never close and we hadn't seen or spoken to eachother for almost 20 years. So if I'm honest, it hasn't really altered my life or how I feel about him. To cry and mope about would be hypocritical because I just don't feel it.
I often look at photos and talk about the pets (dogs, cats, rabbits, ponies, birds) I've loved and lost. And still cry! I invest so much emotionally in them and I suppose the love you have for them is unconditional. It doesn't matter what they do, you never stop loving them and you'd do anything for them.
I remember years ago after I lost my beautiful Springer girl, sitting at my aunts kitchen table, talking about things and I got a bit emotional (it was only 6 months after she'd been PTS) and my aunt (also a dog owner for years) said ''You do realise it was just a dog''. This really hurt me and shortly after I came across this poem and I sent her a copy.
JUST A DOG
From time to time, people tell me, "lighten up, it's just a dog,"
or "that's a lot of money for just a dog."
They don't understand the distance travelled, the time spent,
or the costs involved for "just a dog."
Some of my proudest moments have come about with "just a dog."
Many hours have passed and my only company was "just a dog,"
but I did not once feel slighted.
Some of my saddest moments have been brought about by
"just a dog," and in those days of darkness, the gentle touch
of "just a dog" gave me comfort and reason to overcome the day.
If you, too, think it's "just a dog," then you probably understand
phrases like "just a friend," "just a sunrise," or "just a promise."
"Just a dog" brings into my life the very essence of friendship,
trust, and pure unbridled joy.
"Just a dog" brings out the compassion and patience
that make me a better person.
Because of "just a dog" I will rise early, take long walks and look
longingly to the future.
So for me and folks like me, it's not "just a dog"
but an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future,
the fond memories of the past, and the pure joy of the moment.
"Just a dog" brings out what's good in me and diverts my thoughts
away from myself and the worries of the day.
I hope that someday they can understand that its' not "just a dog"
but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being
"just a man" or "just a woman."
So the next time you hear the phrase "just a dog,"
Oh gawd you've got me all blubbering again That poem Just A Dog always gets me too It's a beautiful poem and anyone who says THAT insulting phrase (especially if, like your aunt Gypsy, they actually have a dog!) HAS to be pitied because despite sharing their life with THE most loyal, trusting giver of unconditional love they could ever meet they are obviously doing something wrong to not 'get' what makes dogs so amazing and special and perfect It just baffles me how folks can share their lives with animals and regard them as 'just' animals
My own mother was exactly the same - she just did not understand the bond I had with Lady and would often mock me for it and say I was stupid to prefer animals to people. Yeah...people! That would be the same ones who bullied me at school and a 'mother' who mocked me and criticised me and told me nearly every single day how useless I was Remind me again WHY I prefer the pure loyalty and love of animals?
Funnily enough Neil had never heard of Rainbow Bridge until we started fostering the oldies. He'd heard me and the vet nurse mention it and kept asking what it was so I told him I couldn't explain without blubbing but would show him when I got home. I googled it and brought the poem up on the screen and left him to read it on his own. He joined me on our bed a few moments later with tears pouring down his face and said he now knew why I couldn't tell him Since then we have always buried our babies in a small copse on the outskirts of Alnwick which is off the beaten track so no disturbance from people or dog walkers and we've christened it Rainbow Wood We buried Hattie there on Thursday afternoon - under a young Ash Tree, surrounded by Bluebells and Red Campion flowers and serenaded by birdsong
Posts: 1,777 Animals I love: I am a big animal lover but i have a special place in my 💓 for Dogs and Cats. Pets I own: I am the owner of 2 Rough Collie called Riley and Elsa and a rescue Cat Freddy. I have previousley owned 2 german spitz named Mitzi Moo and Phoebe my 2 little angelsxx gone but never forgotten xx
I have also owned a rescue Cat named Sindy - Sleep tight my beautiful girl.xx
How very true that poem is, I get fed up of people's comments. I put a annual leave day in after I lost sindy I just couldn't face people,when I returned a few colleagues said " oh are you feeling better now,when I explained I had had to have sindy put to sleep they said oh well you have done it before / and I had a few funny looks as to say ' well she was only a cat ' but she was my fur baby and I loved her dearly. And to be honest it doesn't get any easier the more you do it, it is still as painful as the first time.
R.I.P sindy and hattie you are gone but never forgotten xx sleep tight babies xx
The little orange boy stopped. Behind him, kitties were playing, chasing each other and wrestling in the warm sunshine. It looked like so much fun, but in front of him, through the clear stillness of the pond's water, he could see his mommy. And she was crying. He pawed at the water, trying to get at her, and when that didn't work, he jumped into the shallow water. All that got him was wet and Mommy's image danced away in the ripples. "Mommy!" he cried. "Is something wrong?" The little orange boy turned around.
A lady was standing at the edge of the pond, her eyes sad but filled with love. The little orange boy sighed and walked out of the water. "There's been a mistake," he said. "I'm not supposed to be here." He looked back at the water. It was starting to still again and his mommy's image was coming back. "I'm just a baby. Mommy said it had to be a mistake. She said I wasn't supposed to come here yet." The kind lady sighed and sat down on the grass. The little orange boy climbed into her lap. It wasn't Mommy's lap, but it was almost as good. When she started to pet him and scratch under his chin like he liked, he started to purr. He hadn't wanted to, but he couldn't help it. "I'm afraid there is no mistake. You are supposed to be here and your mommy knows it deep down in her heart," the lady said. The little orange boy sighed and laid his head on the lady's leg. "But she's so sad. It hurts me to see her cry. And daddy too." "But they knew right from the beginning this would happen." "That I was sick?"
That surprised the little orange boy. No one had ever said anything and he had listened when they thought he was sleeping. All he had heard them talk about was how cute he was, or how fast he was or how big he was getting. "No, not that you were sick," the lady said. "But you see, they chose tears." "No, they didn't," the little orange boy argued. Who would choose to cry? The lady gently brushed the top of his head with a kiss. It made him feel safe and loved and warm - but he still worried about his mommy.
"Let me tell you a story," the lady said. The little orange boy looked up and saw other animals gathering around. Cats - Big Boy and Snowball and Shamus and Abby and little Cleo and Robin. Merlin and Toby and Iggy and Zachary. Sweetie and Kamatte and OBie. Dogs too- Sally and Baby and Morgan and Rocky and Belle. Even a lizard named Clyde and some rats named Saffron and Becky and a hamster named Odo. They all lay down near the kind lady and looked up at her, waiting. She smiled at them and began:
A long long time ago, the Loving Ones went to the Angel in Charge. They were lonesome and asked the Angel to help them. The Angel took them to a wall of windows and let them look out the first window at all sorts of things - dolls and stuffed animals and cars and toys and sporting events. "Here are things you can love," the Angel said. "They will keep you from being lonesome." "Oh, thank you," the Loving Ones said. "These are just what we need." "You have chosen Pleasure," the Angel told them.
But after a time the Loving Ones came back to the Angel in Charge. "Things are okay to love," they said. "But they don't care that we love them." The Angel in Charge led them over to the second window. It looked out at all sorts of wild animals. "Here are animals to love," he said. "They will know you love them." So the Loving Ones hurried out to care for the wild animals. "You have chosen Satisfaction," the Angel said.
Some of the Loving Ones worked at zoos and wild animal preserves, some just had bird feeders in their yards, but after a time they all came back to the Angel in Charge. "They know we love them," they told the Angel. "But they don't love us back. We want to be loved in return." So the Angel took them to the third window and showed them lots of people walking around, hurrying places. "Here are people for you to love," the Angel told them. So the Loving Ones hurried off to find other people to love. "You have chosen Commitment," the Angel said.
But after a time a lot of Loving Ones came back to the Angel in Charge. "People were okay to love," they said. "But sometimes they stopped loving us and left. They broke our hearts." The Angel just shook his head. "I cannot help you," he said. "You will have to be satisfied with the choices I gave you."
As the Loving Ones were leaving, someone saw a window off to one side and hurried to look out. Through it, they could see puppies and kittens and dogs and cats and lizards and hamsters and ferrets. The other Loving Ones hurried over. "What about these?" they asked. But the Angel just tried to shoo them away. "Those are Personal Empathy Trainers," he said. "But there's a problem with their system operations." "Would they know that we love them?" someone asked. "Yes," the Angel said. "Would they love us back?" another asked. "Yes," the Angel said. "Will they stop loving us?" someone else asked. "No," the Angel admitted. "They will love you forever." "Then these are what we want," the Loving Ones said. But the Angel was very upset.
"You don't understand," he told them. "You will have to feed these animals." "That's all right," the Loving Ones said. "You will have to clean up after them and take care of them forever." "We don't care." The Loving Ones did not listen. They went down to where the Pets were and picked them up, seeing the love in their own hearts reflected in the animals' eyes.
"They were not programmed right," the Angel said. "We can't offer a warranty. We don't know how durable they are. Some of their systems malfunction very quickly, others last a long time." But the Loving Ones did not care. They were holding the warm little bodies and finding their hearts so filled with love that they thought they would burst. "We will take our chances," they said. "You do not understand." The Angel tried one more time. "They are so dependent on you that even the most well-made of them is not designed to out live you. You are destined to suffer their loss." The Loving Ones looked at the sweetness in their arms and nodded. "That is how it should be. It is a fair trade for the love they offer."
The Angel just watched them all go, shaking his head. "You have chosen Tears," he whispered.
"So it is," the kind lady told the kitties. "And so each mommy and daddy knows. When they take a baby into their heart, they know that one day it will leave them and they will cry." The little orange boy sat up. "So why do they take us in?" he asked. "Because even a moment of your love is worth years of pain later." "Oh."
The little orange boy got off the lady's lap and went back to the edge of the pond. His mommy was still there, and still crying. "Will she ever stop crying?" he asked the kind lady. She nodded. "You see, the Angel felt sorry for the Loving Ones, knowing how much they would suffer. He couldn't take the tears away but he made them special."
She dipped her hand into the pond and let the water trickle off her fingers. "He made them healing tears, formed from the special water here. Each tear holds bits of all the happy times of purring and petting and shared love. And the promise of love once again.
As your mommy cries, she is healing. It may take a long while, but the tears will help her feel better. In time she will be less sad and she will smile when she thinks of you. And then she will open her heart again to another little baby." "But then she will cry again one day," the little orange boy said.
The lady just smiled at him as she got to her feet. "No, she will love again. That is all she will think about." She picked up Big Boy and Snowball and gave them hugs, then scratched Morgan's ear just how she liked.
"Look," she said. "The butterflies have come. Shall we go over to play?" The other animals all ran ahead, but the little orange boy wasn't ready to leave his mommy. "Will I ever get to be with her again?" The kind lady nodded. "You'll be in the eyes of every kitty she looks at. You'll be in the purr of every cat she pets. And late at night, when she's fast asleep, your spirit will snuggle up close to her and you both will feel at peace.
One day soon, you can even send her a rainbow to tell her you're safe and waiting here for when it's her turn to come." "I would like that," the little orange boy said and took one long look at his mommy. He saw her smile slightly through her tears and he knew she had remembered the time he almost fell into the bathtub. "I love you, Mommy," he whispered. "It's okay if you cry."
He glanced over at the other pets, running and playing and laughing with the butterflies. "Uh, Mommy? I gotta go play now, okay? But I'll be around, I promise." Then he turned and raced after the others.
Happy days with Roman, Osiris & Lexie (remembering Chloe & Penny)
tonib: Documents for sale post reported.
Jun 4, 2018 0:02:21 GMT
caz2golden: Anyone else finding this humidity is zapping all your energy? I want a thunderstorm!
Jun 4, 2018 17:12:25 GMT
tonib: Now reported the Italian documents for sale post
Jun 5, 2018 0:12:57 GMT
caz2golden: Today not great day at work.... lots of unhappy / grumpy people..... Here is hoping tomorrow is better! .....Looking forward to having my day off!
Jun 5, 2018 18:08:10 GMT
scallywag: why ? did they get out the bed wrong side ? or was it the parking and the weather
Jun 6, 2018 10:16:45 GMT
caz2golden: Guess cos they did not get out of bed and out and to the car park earlier enough! Another crazy day at work today, thankfully got tomorrow off!
Jun 6, 2018 17:39:57 GMT
Gillykat: Helloooooooo *waves*
Jun 7, 2018 17:57:02 GMT
scallywag: Who are youuuu
Jun 7, 2018 19:55:47 GMT
Gillykat: It's me.....Gill from Alnwick....will send you a letter today Had a few horrible HORRIBLE months but now feeling a bit better
Jun 8, 2018 8:55:51 GMT
scallywag: OK well one never knows if you been hacked again
Jun 8, 2018 13:05:46 GMT
Gillykat: No....everything has been ok on THAT particular front for a few months now as neighbour moved out and we now have an older guy who tends to keep himself to himself and only seems to venture outside to go to the shops.
Jun 8, 2018 17:05:10 GMT
scallywag: All by myself, dont wanna be ... All by myself LOL
Jun 16, 2018 20:32:02 GMT
milliepup04: I’d have been on earlier but went on a dog course today so had lots to do when I came back! Sorry!
Jun 16, 2018 20:54:01 GMT
scallywag: How did it go , dont apologise , I was just singing that song in my head
Jun 17, 2018 7:13:33 GMT
caz2golden: LOL Scallywag, now you got that song in my head!
Jun 17, 2018 14:02:48 GMT
scallywag: Ha ha caz ok try I wanna dance with somebody , somebody who loves me .... la la la
Jun 17, 2018 14:35:08 GMT
jassycat1: The song that sticks in my head is the one from River - my baby just wants to dance.
Jun 19, 2018 1:45:13 GMT