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troyh
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Dec 24, 2013

lost our furry kid

Rest in peace Abby. 12/20/2004 to 12/22/2013

WHEN TOMORROW STARTS WITHOUT ME – Author Unknown

When tomorrow starts without me
And I’m not there to see,
The sun will rise and find your eyes,
All filled with tears for me.

I wish so much you wouldn’t cry
The way you did today
Remembering how I’d lay my head
In your lap that special way.

I know how much you love me
As much as I love you
And each time that you think of me,
I know you’ll miss me too

But when tomorrow starts without me
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name
And petted me with her hand

She said my place was ready
In Heaven far above
And that I’d have to leave behind
All those I dearly love

But, as I turned to heel away
A tear fell from my eye
For all my life I never thought
That I would have to die.

I had so much to live for
So many sits and downs to do
It seemed almost impossible
That I was leaving you.

I thought about our lives together,
I know you must be sad,
I thought of all the love we shared
And all the fun we had.

Remember how I’d nudge your hand,
And poke you with my nose
The Frisbee I would gladly chase,
The bad guy, I’d “bark and hold”.

If I could relive yesterday
Just even for a while,
I’d wag my tail and kiss you,
Just so I could see you smile

But, then I fully realized,
That this could never be;
For emptiness and memories,
Will take the place of me

And when I thought of treats and toys
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you and when I did
My dog-heart filled with sorrow

I’ve entered into eternity,
And how it welcomes you,
Today my life on earth is past,
But here it starts anew

I promise no tomorrow
But today will always last;
For you see, each day’s the same day
There’s no longing for the past

So when tomorrow starts without me,
Don’t think we’re far apart
For every time you think of me,
I’m right there, in your heart.

30 Replies

  • My condolences. It's always hard saying good bye, but this time of year is particularly difficult.
  • Our heart's break everytime we read these posts. Very sorry about your loss!
  • I'm so sorry for your loss. I'm sure she's running free with all the furbabies we've all lost at the Rainbow Bridge! {{Hugs!}}
  • Sorry for your loss, they are our babies. You will meet once again at Rainbow Bridge, until then treasure the memories. God bless.
  • Sorry for your loss. This may help:

    THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF AN EXTREMELY DISTINGUISHED DOG

    I, DOG , because of the burden of my illness and realizing the end of my life is near, do hereby bury my Last Will and Testament in the mind of my Master. She will not know it is there until after I am dead. Then, remembering me in her loneliness, she will suddenly know of this testament, and I ask her to inscribe it as a memorial to me.

    I have little in the way of material things to leave. Dogs are wiser than men. They do not set great store upon things. They do not waste their days hoarding property. They do not ruin their sleep worrying about how to keep the objects they have not. There is nothing of value I have to bequeath except my love and my faith. These I leave to all those who have loved me, to my Master, who I know will mourn me the most, but if I should list all those who have loved me, it would force my Master to write a book. Perhaps it is vain of me to boast when I am so near death, which returns all beasts and vanities to dust, but I have always been an extremely exceptional dog.

    I ask my Master to remember me always but not to grieve for me too long. In my life I have tried to be a comfort to her in time of sorrow and a reason for added joy in her happiness. It is painful for me to think that even in death I should cause her pain. Let her remember that, while no dog ever had a happier life, I have now grown ill and pained. I should not want my pride to sink to a bewildered humiliation. It is time for me to say "good-bye". It will sorrow me to leave her but not sorrow me to die. Dogs do not fear death as men do. We accept it as part of life, not as something alien and terrible which destroys life. What will come to me after death? I will be in a place where one is always young; where I will someday be joined by companions I have known in life; where I will romp in lovely fields with those that have gone before me; where every hour is mealtime; where in long evenings there are fireplaces with logs forever burning, and one curls oneself up and remembers the old brave days on earth and the love of one's Master.

    This is much to expect but peace, at least, is certain, and a long rest for these weakened limbs. And eternal sleep is perhaps, after all, the best.

    One last request I earnestly make. I ask her, for love of me to have another. It would be a poor tribute to my memory never to have another DOG. What I would like to feel is that, having once had me, she cannot live without one! I have never had a narrow spirit. I have always held that most dogs are good. Some dogs are better than others--like me--and so I suggest a rescue dog. She can hardly be as well bred or as mannered or as distinguished and beautiful as I, but my Master must not ask the impossible. She will do her best, I am sure, and even her inevitable defects will help keep my memory green. To her I bequeath my collar and leash. I leave her my place in the car which I loved so much and wish for her long rides with open windows.

    One last word of farewell, dear Master. Whenever you think of me, say to yourself with regret but also with happiness in your heart at the remembrance of my happy life with you, "She is the one who loved us and whom we loved." No matter how deep my sleep, I shall hear you, and not all the power of death can keep my spirit from wagging a grateful tail.
  • Sorry for your loss. A really tough time of year to lose one. Our thoughts and prayers are with you.
  • So sorry for your loss. You will always have the memories of the good days