Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Bambi, Jazz, and Billy. Thanks for the Smiles.

This one's for you...

The Rainbow Bridge

inspired by a Norse legend

By the edge of a woods, at the foot of a hill,
Is a lush, green meadow where time stands still.
Where the friends of man and woman do run,
When their time on earth is over and done.
For here, between this world and the next,
Is a place where each beloved creature finds rest.
On this golden land, they wait and they play,
Till the Rainbow Bridge they cross over one day.
No more do they suffer, in pain or in sadness,
For here they are whole, their lives filled with gladness.
Their limbs are restored, their health renewed,
Their bodies have healed, with strength imbued.
They romp through the grass, without even a care,
Until one day they start, and sniff at the air.
All ears prick forward, eyes dart front and back,
Then all of a sudden, one breaks from the pack.
For just at that instant, their eyes have met;
Together again, both person and pet.
So they run to each other, these friends from long past,
The time of their parting is over at last.
The sadness they felt while they were apart,
Has turned into joy once more in each heart.
They embrace with a love that will last forever,
And then, side-by-side, they cross over… together.

With a sad heart, I think of my friends who have recently lost their beloved pets... and I dedicate this post to you.

Fern - Bambi was a sweetheart, and her love for you showed in her eyes.  She will be missed.

Jenni - Jazz was a velvety beauty!  How blessed she was to have you.  I know it must be hard...

Gloria - Behind that cute face was a personality all his own...  Billy was such a love!  How you're heart must ache...  

I will always remember Bambi, Jazz, and Billy with a smile.

The Wildflowers and The Milk Bone

I love reading and commenting on my favorite blogs... but for some reason, only some show up on my blog list.  I have mine set to show the most recent updated blogs, but there are some of my favorites that are missing.  Does anybody know why that would be?  Would it have anything to do with the bloggers settings?  

Our wildflowers are really pretty this year.  I love the yellow.  These pictures do not do them justice...  they are gorgeous, and real eye candy along National Highway.  

Every morning Gracie and I stroll around the yard so she can smell and I can look.  

Then it's off to work I go...  and Gracie assumes position, watching the house.

Dear Diary,

Yesterday during our walk, a nice lady hurried out of her house and asked mom if I could have a treat.  Mom said yes!  Even though I'm on a diet mom still lets me have a little treat now and again.  The lady brought out a Milk Bone and I said thanks. Mom brought it home with us and I tried to find a good place to bury it.  But then:  'Gracie!  What are you doing in there???'  She walked into the living room and I froze for just a moment and gave her the 'what do you think I'm doing, I'm trying to hide this bone so you don't steal it' look.  She shooed me off of dad's chair and told me to eat the darn bone and quit trying to ruin the furniture.  So I did.  Gracie.