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Thursday, August 04, 2022

A message for Mr White

Mr White,
                Your email comes back as undeliverable, even as a direct reply.
Here's the info you wanted.

The copy I have that was sent to me when I lost CharlieGodammit is The Rainbow Bridge by Adrian Raeside.

I also have a book that was given to me when I lost Punkin titled Dog Heaven by Cynthia Rylant. 
Both are available on Amazon and both will bring comfort.



Hope this helps.
Please give your granddaughter my sympathy. I know how she's feeling.

12 comments:

  1. A Heterodoxy

    I dreamed one night I came
    Somehow to Heaven, and there
    Transfigured shapes like flame
    Moved effortless in air.

    All silent were the Blest,
    Calmly their haloes shone,
    When through them all there pressed
    One spirit whirling on.

    He like a comet seemed,
    But wild and glad and free,
    And all through Heaven, I dreamed,
    Rushed madly up to me.

    Back from his haloed head
    A flaming tail streamed far,
    This way and that it sped
    And waved from star to star.

    And, as I saw it shot
    Like searchlights through the sky,
    I knew my dog had got
    To Heaven as well as I.

    (Lord Dunsany (Edward John Moreton Drax Plunkett, 18. Baron of Dunsany (1878-1957))

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  2. I played this when we buried our dog Chip. Reagan reciting the "Tribute to a Dog" from Death Valley Days.
    https://youtu.be/C3BycINr-vM

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  3. Good on ya Kenny, and Mr. White: Your granddaughter is in my thoughts & prayers.

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  4. I, too, feel her pain

    In memory of my wonderful Siberian Husky
    -----
    RAINBOW BRIDGE
    There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth.
    It is called Rainbow Bridge because of its many splendid colors.
    Just this side of Rainbow Bridge there is a land of meadows, hills,
    and valleys with lush, green grass.
    When beloved pets die, they go to this place.
    There is always food and water and warm spring weather.
    The old and frail animals are young again.
    Those who are maimed are made whole again.
    They play all day with each other.
    There is only one thing missing.
    They are not with their special person who loved
    them on earth.

    So each day they run and play.
    Until the day comes when one suddenly stops playing and looks up!

    The nose twitches.
    The ears are up!
    The eyes are staring.
    And this one suddenly runs from the group.
    You have been seen!
    And when you and your special friend meet,
    you take him in your arms and embrace.
    Your face is kissed again and again and again,
    and you look once more more into the eyes of your trusting pet.

    Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together...
    Never again to be separated.

    ------------------






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  5. Just recently put my old boy down. Now it's all dusty in here again...

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  6. A DOG'S PURPOSE (FROM A 6-YEAR OLD

    Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolf hound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.

    I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.

    As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.

    The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker's family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.

    The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker's Death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives. Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, 'I know why.'

    Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation.

    He said, 'People are born so that they can learn how to live a good Life - - like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?' The Six-year-old continued, 'Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long.'

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  7. in our dogs, we see ourselves. Dogs exhibit almost all of our emotions even the more complex ones : if you think a dog cannot register envy or pity or pride or melancholia, you have never lived with one for a very long time. What dogs lack is our ability to dissimulate. they wear their emotions nakedly ,and so, in watching them , we see ourselves as we would be if we were stripped of posture and pretense. their innocence is enormously appealing.
    ... when we grieve for them we grieve for ourselves .
    The meaning of life is that it ends
    ( from old dogs are the best dogs Gene Wiengarten)

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  8. Old dogs can be cloudy eyed and grouchy, gray of muzzle and gait, eccentric of habit, hard of hearing and lumpy.
    But to anyone who has ever loved an old dog these things are of little consequence.
    old dog are sweetly vulnerable. they show exorbitant gratitude and limitless trust.
    They are funny in new and unexpected ways, but above all they seem at peace.
    .
    (old dogs are the best dogs)

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  9. Thank you Ken for your help. I am sending my granddaughter The Rainbow Bridge today from Amazon. I just wanted to be sure it was the one you had mentioned earlier. I wanted to help my little girl understand a bit of why her best friend in the world was taken from her. I just couldn't find the right words. I knew I could depend on you. A big Thank You to your readers who commented. Nice to know there are people who understand the connection between old dogs and children. Sincerely, Charles White

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    1. You're quite welcome, Mr White. I'd do anything to help anybody that's trying to help a child get over this.
      There's never any right words in this kind of situation. I'm 63 years old and have been through it many times, and it still hurts just as bad as it did the first time.

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