It's the day before Christmas
And all through the house
The puppies are squeaking
An old rubber mouse.
Inscription on the Monument of a Newfoundland Dog
Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed Beauty without Vanity,
Strength without Insolence,
Courage without Ferocity, and all the Virtues of Man,
without his Vices.
This Praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery if inscribed over human ashes is but a just tribute to the Memory of Boatswain,a Dog.
Epitaph to a Dog
It's not often that we mourn over a puppy. Sure, when a whole lot of them are born together, it's not unusual for there to be a few fatalities. But what really hurts us is when an accident or disease claims the life of a young pup who has been with us for a while. It's heartbreaking because we have seen life blossom up so quickly. And what better figure for blossoming life than a puppy?
The poem below tries to explain why this happens....
Dedicated to all our "rosebuds" .....
When God calls little puppies to dwell with Him above,
We humans always question the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache can compare with the loss of one small 'child',
Who does so much to make this world seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires - always calling the aged to His fold,
And so He picks a rosebud before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them and so He picks but few;
To make the land of heaven more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult, yet somehow we must try,
For the saddest word that mankind knows will always be "good-bye".
And so when little pups depart; We, who are left behind,
must realize how much God loves puppies....
For angels are hard to find.
How often do we stop to admire the unique qualities of our dogs? On the one hand, they are completely loyal to us and on the other, they put up with all our faults.
In the modern day world, the qualities of our dogs are to be greatly admired, and perhaps we can learn something from them too. Aren't you amazed at how easily they can relax and not worry about their problems? Even street dogs don't think about their next meal if they're full and you can see them relaxing on the pavement though their food supply is far from being set.
Let's look at what a dog owner has to say about our dogs.....
The more one lives with dogs, the more one realizes their amazing qualities. Qualities, which if possessed by a human would raise them to dizzying heights. As Lord Byron recites in the following poem, such praise if bestowed on a human would have to be flattery, but when bestowed on a dog are fair tribute.
I believe it has mostly to do with ego. A dog doesn't connive and scheme at any level, and so there is very little scope for malice. Premeditated thought is what corrupts the noblest ideals of man, and it is precisely the lack of this that makes our dogs so appealing.
The Basset Hound has an amazing sense of smell. Second only the Blood Hound in this regard, they were initially bred for hunting Rabbits. Their long ears are often the subject of much comment!
Their noses mean that they respond exceptionally well to all promises of food while training. Here is a poem about their amazing sense of smell.....
The saggy baggy Basset Hound
has ears that nearly touch the ground
with mournful eyes and wrinkled skin
that hangs below his droopy chin
But Basset has a clever snout
His nose will always sniff you out
With this amazing nasal asset
nothing an get past the Basset
As our dogs grow older, we realize that our current comfort with them is but a passing time. Does that mean that it's less real? Not at all. Only we who have had dogs know the value of that time spent with our friends.
As Townsend says in this poem below, we live in a "Fragile Circle". It is very true that we would choose no other way to live.
Someone once said "Whoever said that money can't buy happiness forgot small puppies". That thought is absolutely true! The $25 my mother spent to get me my first dog was an investment that lasted our family for 14 years and gave us all the love she could.
Never underestimate the joy and happiness a dog can bring you. Through all the stages of her life.
If we believe in angels and that each person has a guardian angel, what do you think of an angel for our dogs too? One that takes our dogs with them after they leave earth. Remember your dog when she was young, and used to have unbounded energy? When she used to always want to play and bite your socks? They grow old so fast, these friends of ours.
It's like the elves would feel towards men...
And how will she be when she goes off to heaven (Where else can she go?). Will she play again? Only while she looks forward to meeting you again I'm sure.
There are certain people who keep dogs in the most lavish houses and surroundings, and yet with hold from them that which is most important - genuine care. For these people, a dog is either a showpiece, a watchdog, or a leftover.
Or worse still, perhaps they think that all dogs are alike, and getting another dog is just like the one that died yesterday. Such people can never understand what it is like to form a bond with a dog so deep, that it runs in your bones. And while you can derive joy from another dog, you will never forget.