Emily Rose & Freckles Jayko
Emily (4/16/94-7/20/09), Freckles (8/31/96-11/24/10). Missing you always..Sleep in peace my angels.
God saw you getting tired
and a cure was not meant to be
So He put His arms around you and whispered,
"Emily & Freckles Come with Me"
With tearful eyes I watched you suffer
and saw you fading away.
Although I love you dearly,
I could not make you stay.
Two golden hearts stopped beating,
running paws were laid to rest
God whispered in my heart today
"I ONLY TAKE THE BEST"
Author Unknown
I will miss you forever!
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God looked around His garden
and found some empty places.
He then looked down upon the earth
and saw your tired faces.
He put his arms around you
and lifted you to rest.
God's garden must be beautiful
He always takes the best.
He saw the road was getting rough
and the hills were hard to climb,
So He closed your weary eyelids
and whispered "Peace be thine".
It broke my heart to lose you both
but you didn't go alone,
for part of me went with you
The day God called you home.
The Power of the Dog by Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie --
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a reprimand or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.
When the fifteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumor, or fits,
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal needles or loaded guns,
Then you will find -- it's your own affair --
But . . . you've given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone -- wherever it goes -- for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.
We've sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we've kept'em, the more do we grieve;
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long --
So why in -- Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
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