Echo


I'm crying as I sit here writing, It's not fair to take a life that gave us uncompromising love and happiness. Echo was only 8 years young. He died December 2nd. His birthday is Christmas eve. Christmas won't mean the same to me. I miss him and love him more that I ever knew I could. I think God needs to spend more time with animals and less time with petty and selfish humans. There is another dog grave in the woods where I live. Here is an unsigned poem nailed to a tree by the grave:

God looked around His garden
and he found an empty place
He then looked upon the earth
and saw your precious face
He put his arms around you
and lifted you to rest
God's garden must be beautiful
He always takes the best
He knew you were a good dog
He knew you caused no pain
He knew you'd never find peace
in this world again
He saw the road was getting rough
and the hills too hard to climb
So He closed your weary eyelids
and whispered "Peace Be Thine."
It broke our hearts to lose you
but you didn't go alone
For a part of us went with you
The day God called you home.

Echo, everywhere I look and go I remember you and wonder what your up to. Probably just lying in a warm place and waiting for a squirrel to wake you up. I love you and promise to keep you within my heart. Tucker misses you, he just sits around and looks up with his head cocked when he thinks he hares you. God bless you for you gave us laughter, love, and companionship.

Now you give me hope that there is a place where I will meet you again. bye for now little guy..



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