Today was a very hard day for me. I had to put my KylieGirl to rest. She was with me for 14 years and a very best friend. I know it was the right thing to do as she was getting worse as the days went on. I didn't want her to suffer any longer. I had her cremated and her ashes taken to a pet cemetery in Placerville. I was holding her to the end, it was the right thing to do as she would have done the same for me.
(ever notice how the word dog is "God" spelled backwards?)
Treat me kindly, my beloved master,
for no heart in all the world is more grateful
for kindness than the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick,
for though I should lick your hand between the blows,
your patience and understanding will more quickly teach
me the things you would have me do.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music,
as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your
footstep falls upon my waiting ear.
When it is cold and wet, please take me inside,
for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements.
And I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting
at your feet beside the hearth.
Though had you no home,
I would rather follow you through ice and snow
than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land,
for you are my God and I am your devoted worshiper.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water,
for although I should not reproach you were it dry,
I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food,
that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding,
to walk by your side, and stand ready,
willing and able to protect you
with my life should your life be in danger.
And, beloved master, should the Great
Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight,
do not turn me away from you.
Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me eternal rest...
and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew,
my fate was ever safest in you hand.
Back to the DogStars