after 13 long years, our family Beagle was put down last Saturday. My parents didn't tell me until I came home from Niagara, not wanting to ruin the week off I had and my engagement. I felt gut wrenched remembering talking to my Dad and telling him about my engagement, meanwhile he was likely very upset about the loss of our dog. The two of them were best of friends, and I've wound up loaning my new pup to them for a few days to provide some puppy therapy (and its worked well).
I cant believe our little friend is gone, but he had an amazing life. I emailed my Dad this poem and he loved it (and cried my Mom said), and I'll leave it here for others going through the loss of a dog.
Quote:
A Little Dog Angel
High up in the courts of heaven today
a little dog angel waits;
with the other angels he will not play,
but he sits alone at the gates.
"For I know my master will come" says he,
"and when he comes he will call for me."
The other angels pass him by
As they hurry toward the throne,
And he watches them with a wistful eye
as he sits at the gates alone.
"But I know if I just wait patiently
that someday my master will call for me."
And his master, down on earth below,
as he sits in his easy chair,
forgets sometimes, and whispers low
to the dog who is not there.
And the little dog angel cocks his ears
and dreams that his master's voice he hears.
And when at last his master waits
outside in the dark and cold,
for the hand of death to open the door,
that leads to those courts of gold,
he will hear a sound through the gathering dark,
a little dog angel's bark.
Noah M. Holland
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