One doesn't realize how much a pet can affect your lives until you lose him/her. Unfortunately, we have felt loss recent
ly when both of our dogs, Sammy and Chloe were tragically lost to us the day after Christmas. Not much can prepare you for the loss of a loved one, including a pet. What we do know is that it's important to have a support circle filled with people who understand your loss. Many of our pet loving friends helped us deal with the loss with words of encouragement, uplifting stories and condolences. We will never forget Sammy and Chloe and the joy they brought our family with their loyalty, devotion and never wavering love and protection. We will always have them in our hearts and they will live forever in our memories. The following poem was given to us and was read as we laid them to rest..."My Dog"
I wonder if Christ had a little old dog
All shiny and silky like mine?
And a nose round and wet
With two cute little ears
And two little ears
And two eyes brown and tender that shine
I'm sure if He had, that that little dog
Knew right from the start He was God;
That he needed no proof that Christ was divine
And just worshiped the ground where He trod.
I'm afraid that He hadn't, because I have read,
How He prayed in the garden alone.
For all of His friends and disciples had fled
Even Peter, the one called stone.
And Ok! I am sure, that that little dog,
With a heart so tender and warm
Would never have left Him to suffer alone
But creeping right under His arm,
Would have licked his dear fingers,
In agony clasped, and counting all the favors but loss,
When they took Him away would have trotted behind,
And followed Him right to the cross.
I wonder if Christ had a little old dog
All shiny and silky like mine?
And a nose round and wet
With two cute little ears
And two little ears
And two eyes brown and tender that shine
I'm sure if He had, that that little dog
Knew right from the start He was God;
That he needed no proof that Christ was divine
And just worshiped the ground where He trod.
I'm afraid that He hadn't, because I have read,
How He prayed in the garden alone.
For all of His friends and disciples had fled
Even Peter, the one called stone.
And Ok! I am sure, that that little dog,
With a heart so tender and warm
Would never have left Him to suffer alone
But creeping right under His arm,
Would have licked his dear fingers,
In agony clasped, and counting all the favors but loss,
When they took Him away would have trotted behind,
And followed Him right to the cross.
I'm sure too, that that little dog
Would want us all to know
To ask Christ into our hearts is the way to go
And when we bow before the throne of God
In answer to His call,
I know we'll see that little dog, round wet nose and all.
To ask Christ into our hearts is the way to go
And when we bow before the throne of God
In answer to His call,
I know we'll see that little dog, round wet nose and all.
