Happy Saturday All!
Happy 17th Birthday in heaven yesterday Norman and I can’t believe this coming Monday you will be gone 4 years. Where did the time go? I thank you for coming to me in my dreams often, it makes your passing more bearable and means your still with me.
SHR UJJ Fox Island Good Golly Ms Molly RN TDI CGC – “Molly” was laid to rest by the Pawlisch family October 27th, 2017. Molly brought our families together by inviting us to one of the chessie weekend’s way back. Ever since then we’ve shared many great memories that will live on in our hearts. My heart goes out to Tom, Irene, Sophia and Willow while they learn to live without Molly by there side. She will forever be in their hearts where she left footprints. Molly got to go pheasant hunting on the 26th, with her wobbly legs she managed to be strong like chessies are and give it her all for those last birds. She is now running pain free along side her other family chessies and of course Norman. They just don’t live long enough!
A HUNTING DOGS PRAYER
I thank Thee, Oh Lord, for the rivers, woods, and fields wherein lie the game birds I love to hunt. I thank Thee also for the men and women who protect and preserve wild life in all its forms so that future generations will have the healthful pleasures of hunting and fishing. My master means more than life or death to me and I pray for intelligence, ability, and strength to understand and execute his or hers commands and desires. May our companionship lead to complete understanding so that our moments will be the happiest of all. Help my master to comprehend that I will gladly give my life for them, be they millionaire or pauper. Their love and confidence is all I ask. I beseech you to guide him or her and protect them from thoughts, deeds, or actions which will disturb the faith of others in them. I want my master to be respected by their friends as I look up to them. The wag of my tail indicated the feelings of my heart and no blows, privation, or hunger will ever keep me from being happy when I hear my master’s voice or footsteps. When the curtains of death are about to close my active life, I pray Thee, Oh, God, that my master be near, their hand caressing my head as my eyelids close.
Where to Bury a Dog
But there is one best place to bury a dog. If you bury him in this spot, he will come to you when you call – come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death and down the well remembered path to your side again.
And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel, they shall not growl at him nor resent his coming, for he belongs there. People may scoff at you, who see not the lightest blade of grass bend by his foot-fall, who hears no whimper, people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them, for you shall know something that is hidden from them.
The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master.