MY DOG Fetcher of slippers, Retriever of sticks, Beggar of scraps, And Performer of tricks. Furry lap warmer, And guard of the door, Muddy paw tracker, Across the clean floor. Chaser of rabbits, Insistent night howler, Digger of flowers, And fierce feline prowler. Happy tail wagger, Whose love never ends, Life’s greatest companion, And dearest of friends.
CREATION When God had made the earth and sky, the flowers and the trees, He then made all the animals the fish, the birds and bees And when at last He'd finished not one was quite the same. He said I'll walk this world of mine and give each one a name. And so He travelled far and wide and everywhere He went, a little creature followed Him until its strength was spent. When all were named upon the earth and in the Sky and Sea, the little creature said "Dear Lord, there's no name left for me." Kindly the Father said to him "I've left you to the end. I've turned my own name back to front And called you DOG, my friend".
YOU CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE
While walking along a beach, an elderly gentleman saw someone in the distance leaning down, picking something up and throwing it into the ocean.
As he got closer, he noticed that the figure was that of a young man, picking up starfish one by one and tossing each one gently back into the water.
He came closer still and called out, “Good morning! May I ask what it is that you are doing?”
The young man paused, looked up, and replied “Throwing starfish into the ocean.”
The old man smiled, and said, “I must ask, then, why are you throwing starfish into the ocean?”
To this, the young man replied, “The sun is up and the tide is going out. If I don’t throw them in, they’ll die.”
Upon hearing this, the elderly observer commented, “But, young man, do you not realise that there are miles and miles of beach and there are starfish all along every mile? You can’t possibly make a difference!”
The young man listened politely. Then he bent down, picked up another starfish, threw it into the back into the ocean past the breaking waves and said, “It made a difference for that one.”
RAINBOW BRIDGE Oh, when we get to Heaven We hope that we will find The Souls that one we loved Who left us all behind. Some left at the right time, They left this world in peace. Others left too sudden Without the chance to say goodbye. They were gone before we had The chance to even cry.
There's a special place for grownups; A special place for kids; Me, I'll be on the other side - The side called Rainbow Bridge. Across the dark green meadow, A-top the hills I'll run, Where the colors from the Rainbow Glitter from the sun.
And there I'll find my sweetheart running fast toward me, Into my arms where he belongs FOR ALL ETERNITY!!
Jean McColgan
A CAT'S PRAYER Now I lay me down to sleep, The king-size bed is soft and deep... I sleep right in the center groove My human can hardly move!
I've trapped her legs, she's tucked in tight And here is where I pass the night No one disturbs me or dares intrude Till morning comes and "I want food!"
I sneak up slowly to begin My nibbles on my human's chin. She wakes up quickly, I have sharp teeth - And my claws I will unsheath
For the morning's here and it's time to play I always seem to get my way. So thank you Lord for giving me This human person that I see.
The one who hugs me and holds me tight And sacrifices her bed at night.
Twas the night before Christmas when all thru the house
Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care In hopes that St. Nick soon would be there. The children all nestled snug in their beds With no thought of the dog filling their head. And mom in her kerchief and I in my cap Knew the dog was cold, but didn’t care about that. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash Figuring the dog was free of his chain and into the trash. The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow gave the luster of mid-day to objects below. When what to my wondering eyes should appear But Santa Clause with his eyes full of tears. He unchained the dog once so lively and quick Last year’s Christmas present now painfully sick. More rapid than eagles he called the dog’s name and the dog ran to him despite all his pain. Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen On Comet on Cupid on Donner and Blitzen. To the top of the porch to the top of the wall Let’s find this dog a home where he will be loved by all. I knew in an instant there would be no gifts this year For Santa had made one thing quite clear. The gift of a dog is not just for the season We had gotten the dog for all the wrong reasons. In our haste to think of the kids a gift There was one important thing we missed A dog should be family, and cared for the same You don’t give a gift, then put it on a chain. And I heard him explain as he rode out of site, “You weren’t given a gift, you were given a life
THIS OLD CAT I'm getting on in years, My coat is turning gray. My eyes have lost their luster, My hearing's just okay. I spend my day dreaming Of conquests in my past, Lying near a sunny window Waiting for its warm repast.
I remember our first visit, I was coming to you free, Hoping you would take me in And keep me company. I wasn't young or handsome, Two years I'd roamed the street. There were scars upon my face, I hobbled on my feet.
I could sense your disappointment As I left my prison cage. Oh, I hoped you would accept me And look beyond my age. You took me out of pity, I accepted without shame. Then you grew to love me, And I admit the same.
I have shared with you your laughter, You have wet my fur with tears. We've come to know each other Throughout these many years. Just one more hug this morning Before you drive away, And know I'll think about you Throughout your busy day.
The time we've left together Is a treasured time at that. My heart is yours forever. I Promise - This old cat. ---KC Sievert Bingamon
It’s Not My Fault It’s not my fault I have no home; I have no place to stay. My family brought me way out here and then they drove away. I chased the car for many blocks but it just went too fast. I ran as hard as I could go but then gave up at last. I sat and stared for quite some time. I could not comprehend How they could throw me out that way when I was their best friend. So now I know what hunger is. Now I’m just skin and bone. But worse than that, the loneliness -- oh how I miss my home! The people look right through me. It’s as if they all were blind. Why is it too much to ask that just one soul be kind? I’m tired and I want to rest but I get chased away. I never get a minute’s peace; I’m on the run all day. I can’t take this much longer. Something’s got to give. Without kind words or loving touch I just don’t want to live. What did I do to bring this fate down on my trusting head? And why do perfect strangers curse and seem to wish me dead? It’s not my fault I have no home; I have no place to stay. My family brought me way out here and then they drove away
