The post grabbed me. Zen the boxer died. And facebook is filled with sad condolences, many from those who seemed to know the searing pain that can be returned to again and again with no lessening.
It lessens. But it takes Seasons.
Old age means realizing you will never own all the dogs you wanted to. -Joe Gores
Who knew that dog saliva can mend a broken heart? -Jennifer Neal
A dog is not considered a good dog because he is a good barker. A man is not considered a good man because he is a good talker. -Buddha
Good Loyal dog stories HERE.
Rainbow Bridge
Just this side of Heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor;those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing: they each miss someone very special, someone who was left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; his eager body begins to quiver. Suddenly, he breaks from the group, flying over the green grass, faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into those trusting eyes, so long gone from your life, but never absent from your heart. Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together...
Author Unknown
It lessens. But it takes Seasons.
Zen Sweetest Boxer
Sweetest Boxer pup |
Matt's Zen the Boxer, Gone to the Place for Good Dogs. |
Old age means realizing you will never own all the dogs you wanted to. -Joe Gores
Who knew that dog saliva can mend a broken heart? -Jennifer Neal
A dog is not considered a good dog because he is a good barker. A man is not considered a good man because he is a good talker. -Buddha
Good Loyal dog stories HERE.
Rainbow Bridge
Just this side of Heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor;those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing: they each miss someone very special, someone who was left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; his eager body begins to quiver. Suddenly, he breaks from the group, flying over the green grass, faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into those trusting eyes, so long gone from your life, but never absent from your heart. Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together...
Author Unknown
Seasons are for wisdom and pain,
seasons are for love and bitterness.
The passing seasons are the walls
that the wounded bounce against,
buttressed,
corralled in the mask of sanity
kept alive and standing
until the searing part of the pain is gone.
Until one might stand again
by oneself.
Our Souls need the seasons like our Bodies need gravity.
The seasons
are a strange nourishing organic blanket
teaching us the Grace of Time
sweetest black labs HEREteaching us the Grace of Time
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