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Page Shipway enjoying her view


Don’t grieve too long for now I’m free.  I’m following the path God set for me.
I ran to Him when I heard His call, I wagged my tail and left it all.
I could not stay another day, to bark, to love, to romp or play.
Games left unplayed must stay that way.  I found such peace it made my day.
My parting has left you with a void, so fill it with your remembered joy.
A friendship shared, your laugh, a kiss; Oh, yes, these things I too shall miss.
Be not burdened with times of sorrow, I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life’s been full, you’ve given so much – Your time, your love and gentle touch.
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief, don’t lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your heart and share with me.  God wanted me now, He set me free.
~Author unknown.

In memory of “Fast Sally Crook”, October 20, 1987 – March 4, 2007. 


Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.

Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.

Speak to me often, for your voice is the world’s sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.

When it is cold and wet, please take me inside…for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer use to bitter elements…and I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth…though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land…for you are my god…and I am your devoted worshiper.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst.  Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.

And, beloved master, should the Great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you.  Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest…and I will leave you knowing the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.

~Beth Norman Harris

A Faithful Dog

A faithful dog will play with you and laugh with you or cry.
He'll gladly starve to stay with you,
nor ever reason why.
And when your feeling out of sorts,
somehow he'll understand
He'll watch you with his shining eyes
and try to lick your hand.
His blind, implicit faith in you
is matched by his great love.
The kind that all of us should have
in the Master up above.
When everything is said and done
I guess this isn't odd
For when you spell "dog" backwards
you get the name of GOD.