Below
are three stories, Man's Best Friend, Unconditional Love, &
Just A Dog, that really touched my heart and I thought I would
share them here for those of you who enjoy reading this sort of thing. I
get so many really cute emails I have decided to include cute
things I have picked up along the way.
Warmest
Spot in the barnyard....
Now
is that a Chog or a Dicken??
Man's
Best Friend
The
best friend a man has in the world may turn against
him
and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving
care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us,
those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name, may become
traitors to their faith. The money a man has he may lose. It flies away
from him when he needs it most. A man's reputation may be sacrificed
in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall
on their knees to do us honor when success is with us, may be the first
to throw stones of malice when failure settles its clouds upon our heads.
The
one absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish
world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful
or treacherous, is his dog.
A
man's dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and
in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground where the wintry winds
blow and the snow drives fiercely if only he may be near his master's
side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick
the sores and wounds that come in encounter with the roughness of the
world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince.
When
all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings and reputation
falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey
through the heavens. If misfortune drives the master forth as outcaste
in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher
privilege than that of accompanying him to guard against danger, to
fight against his enemies.
And
when the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in its
embrace, and his body is laid away in the cold ground, not matter if
all other friends pursue their way, there by the graveside will the
noble dog be found, his head between his paw, his eyes sad, but open
in alert watchfulness, faithful and true, even in death.
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
traveled, 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 will
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 makes 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 it's
not "just a dog", but the
thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being
"just a man or woman."
So the next time you hear the phrase "just a dog",
just smile -- because
they "just don't understand."
-- Author Unknown
Unconditional
Love
My dog....he's with me all through the day,
but, never a word is he able to say....
Yet, he can say more, with a look or two,
such as, I love you, Dear Master, my whole world is you!
As I do my chores, throughout the day,
He's at my side, every step of the way.
When I stop to eat, you can bet that he's there,
curled up of course, in his favorite chair!
And if should be, that I decide to go out,
He'll hang his head, he'll sulk and he'll pout.
He sits there and waits, so patiently,
Hoping of course, that he'll soon see me!
He sits by the window, until I come home.
Greeting me with his favorite chew bone.
He just can't wait to hear the key in the door,
He's barking and jumping, and barking some more!
As night time falls, and I lay down to sleep,
He's there by my side, his vigil to keep.
And I thank the Lord, in Heaven above,
For my best friend, and Unconditional Love!
Author Unknown
Bailley's
Blog - Bailley was diagnosed with Cushing's
in November of 2014. We lost Bailley 8/15/17
This
is a record of our journey and how I chose to treat her. It is my hope
others will find comfort and answers.
