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I Am Your Dog... Author Unknown

I am your dog, and I have a little something I'd like to whisper in your ear.

I know that you humans lead busy lives. Some have to work, some have children to raise. It always seems like you are running here and there, often much too fast, often never noticing the truly grand things in life.

Look down at me now, while you sit there at your computer. See the way my dark brown eyes look at yours? They are slightly cloudy now. That comes with age. The gray hairs are beginning to ring my soft muzzle.

You smile at me; I see love in your eyes. What do you see in mine? Do you see a spirit? A soul inside, who loves you as no other could in the world? A spirit that would forgive all trespasses of prior wrong doing, for just a simple moment of your time?

That is all I ask. To slow down, if even for a few minutes, to be with me.

So many times you have been saddened by the words you read on that screen, of other of my kind, passing. Sometimes we die young and oh so quickly, sometimes so suddenly it wrenches your heart out of your throat. Sometimes, we age so slowly before your eyes that you may not even seem to know until the very end, when we look at you with grizzled muzzles and cataract clouded eyes. Still the love is always there, even when we must take that long sleep, to run free in a distant land.

I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here next week. Someday you will shed the water from your eyes, that humans have when deep grief fills their souls, and you will be angry at yourself that you did not have just "One more day" with me. Because I love you so, your sorrow touches my spirit and grieves me. We have NOW, together.

So come, sit down here next to me on the floor, and look deep into my eyes. What do you see? If you look hard and deep enough we will talk, you and I, heart to heart. Come to me not as "alpha" or as "trainer" or even "Mom or Dad," come to me as a living soul and stroke my fur and let us look deep into another's eyes, and talk.

I may tell you something about the fun of chasing a tennis ball, or I may tell you something profound about myself, or even life in general. You decided to have me in your life because you wanted a soul to share such things with.

Someone very different from you, and here I am.

I am a dog, but I am alive. I feel emotion, I feel physical senses, and I can revel in the differences of our spirits and souls. I do not think of you as a "Dog on two feet"- I know what you are. You are human, in all of your quirkiness, and I love you still.

Now, come sit with me on the floor. Enter my world, and let time slow down if only for 15 minutes. Look deep into my eyes, and whisper to my ears.

Speak with your heart, with your joy and I will know your true self.

We may not have tomorrow, and life is oh so very short.

A TALE FOR A BREEDER

I love my little puppy, he makes my house a home, he always is my best friend, I never feel alone. He makes me smile, he makes me laugh, he fills my heart with love. Did some breeder breed him? Was he sent from  heaven above?

I've never been a breeder, or seen life through their eyes. I hold my little puppy, just sit and criticize. I've never know their anguish, I've never felt their pain, the caring of their charges, through snow or wind or rain. I've never waited all night long for puppies to be born, the stress and trepidation when they're still not there by dawn...

I've never felt the heartache of a little life in my hands, a darling little puppy who weighs just a few grams!! Should you do this instead of that? Or just pray to God? Alone you fight, and hope one day he'll grow into a dog, bring joy to another being and make a house a home. You know it's all just up to you, you fight this fight alone.

Formula, bottles, heating pads, you've got to get this right. Two hourly feeds for this little mite throughout the day and night. In your heart you know it, you'll surely lose the fight to save this little baby, but God willing, you just might save the little mite....

Day one he's in there fighting. You say a silent prayer. Day two and three he's doing well, with lots of loving care. Day four and five - he's still alive your hopes soar to the heavens! Day six he slips away again, dies in your hands day seven.

You take this little angel and bury him alone, with aching heart and burning tears, (and an exhausted groan). You ask yourself, Why do this? Why suffer all the pain? But seeing the joy that puppies bring - it really self explains! So, when you think of breeders and label them with "greed". Think what they sometimes endure to fill another's need.

And when you buy a puppy, with dollars and cents you part. You only pay with money ... we pay with our hearts.