Guest guest Posted April 8, 2006 Report Posted April 8, 2006 Hi List, I just returned from a funeral of a very special nurse who was suddenly killed in a violent way. Being a veteran, I was her patient once and was so very impressed. I am in a sad state right now and was reading my Guide Dog List email; this poem was posted to it. It is about a person and a dog but can be related to in any way that you want. Thought it might be appropriate here. Regards, Bob and Guide Dog Abu Husband of a PF sufferer. > Subject: I am your dog > > > > > > I think I am your dog, and I have a little something I'd > > like to whisper in your > > > > ear. I know that you humans lead busy lives. Some have > > to work, some have > > > > children to raise. It always seems like you are > > running here and there, > > > > often much too fast, often never noticing the truly > > grand things in life. > > > > Look down at me now, while you sit there at your > > computer. See the way my > > > > dark brown eyes look at yours? They are slightly > > cloudy now. That comes > > > > with age. The gray hairs are beginning to ring my soft > > muzzle. You smile > > > > at > > > > me; I see love in your eyes. What do you see in mine? > > Do you see a spirit? > > > > A soul inside, who loves you as no other could in the > > world? A spirit that > > > > would forgive all trespasses of prior wrong doing for > > just a simple moment > > > > of your time? That is all I ask. To slow down, if even > > for a few minutes > > > > to > > > > be with me. So many times you have been saddened by > > the words you read on > > > > that screen, of others of my kind, passing. > > > > Sometimes we die young and oh so quickly; sometimes so > > suddenly it > > > > wrenches > > > > your heart out of your throat. Sometimes, we age so > > slowly before your > > > > eyes > > > > that you may not even seem to know until the very end, > > when we look at you > > > > with grizzled muzzles and cataract clouded eyes. Still > > the love is always > > > > there, even when we must take that long sleep, to run > > free in a distant > > > > land. I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here > > next week. > > > > Someday you will shed the water from your eyes, that > > humans have when deep > > > > grief fills their souls, and you will be angry at > > yourself that you did > > > > not > > > > have just " One more day " with me. Because I love you > > so, your sorrow > > > > touches my spirit and grieves me. We have NOW, > > together. So come, sit down > > > > here next to me on the floor, and look deep into my > > eyes. What do you see? > > > > If you look hard and deep enough we will talk, you and > > I, heart to heart. > > > > Come to me not as " alpha " or as " trainer " or even " Mom > > or Dad, " come to me > > > > as a living soul and stroke my fur and let us look > > deep into one another's > > > > eyes, and talk. I may tell you something about the fun > > of chasing a tennis > > > > ball, or I may tell you something profound about > > myself, or even life in > > > > general. > > > > You decided to have me in your life because you wanted > > a soul to share > > > > such > > > > things with. Someone very different from you, and here > > I am. I am a dog, > > > > but I am alive. I feel emotion, I feel physical > > senses, and I can revel in > > > > the differences of our spirits and souls. I do not > > think of you as a " Dog > > > > on two feet. " I know what you are. You are human, in > > all your quirkiness, > > > > and I love you still. > > > > Now, come sit with me, on the floor. Enter my world, > > and let time > > > > slow down if only for 15 minutes. Look deep into my > > eyes, and whisper to > > > > my > > > > ears. Speak with your heart, with your joy and I will > > know your true self. > > > > We may not have tomorrow, and life is oh so very short > > . . . > > > > > Quote
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