Bouncer

BOUNCER XXXXX

When a furchild dies, a cloud turns into an angel and flies up to tell God to put another flower on a pillow. A bird gives the message back to the world and sings a silent prayer that makes the rain cry. Our furchildren may disappear from our lives, but they never really go away. Their spirits put the sun to bed, wake up the grass, and spin the earth in dizzy circles. Sometimes you can see the Rainbow Angels dancing in a cloud during the daytime when they're supposed to be napping. They paint the rainbows and the sunsets. They tug at the tide and make the waves splash. They toss shooting stars and listen to wishes. And when they sing windsongs, they whisper to us,
"Don't miss me too much. The view is nice, and I'm doing just fine."
Ashley Rice
(Pet Version)

Sue Smith

January 7, 2010

Bouncer

Angel Harps
(by Terri Onorato)

Last night I saw you in my dreams
a brilliant light engulfed your soul.
And through my sleepy reverie
a glorious message did unfold.

The voice was that of angel harps
as you told me of the way
in which the bridge kids celebrate
this extraordinary day.

A radiant warmth ran through me
when you tenderly detailed
a special place I'd never been
where splendid love prevails.

You told me how the bridge kids
hold their paws and pray
for peace on earth, goodwill toward men
on this special, holy day.

Each bridge kid makes a heartfelt wish
to the Keeper of the stars,
they wish each stray a new-found home
without concrete floors and bars.

They ask that every homeless one
the Keeper not forget
for each one has the soul to be
a loyal, loving pet.

I watch you drift away from me
as in early dawn I find
the spirit of your paw-print message
still vivid in my mind.

I hold the message near my heart
and with a smile I hear
a lullaby of angel harps
singing in my ear.

Sue Smith

December 12, 2009

Precious Love

The agony is so great...
and yet I will stand it.
Had I not loved so very much...
I would not hurt so much.
But God knows I would not want to diminish
that precious love...
By one fraction of an ounce.
I will hurt...
And I will be grateful for that hurt
For it bears witness to the depth of my love.
And for that I will be eternally grateful.

AUTHOR:UNKNOWN

Joanne Stella'S Mam

December 12, 2009

"Dear Master"
By: Shell Willson Copyright 2002





Dear Master,

Please don't grieve for me as my spirit has been set free

From this tired and withered body,

From your strength, love and devotion,

my journey to the light

has been made so much easier.

Your face and the sound of your voice

softly calling my name.

To me is music to my ears.

When the light has faded from my eyes.

Know this, your final unselfish act of love

Has saved me.

Until we meet again.

Your Faithful companion.

BOUNCER

Marian Madden

February 24, 2009

Beyond the Rainbow

As much as I loved the life we had and all the times we played,
I was so very tired and knew my time on earth would fade.
I saw a wondrous image then of a place that's trouble-free
Where all of us can meet again to spend eternity.

I saw the most beautiful Rainbow, and on the other side
Were meadows rich and beautiful -- lush and green and wide!
And running through the meadows as far as the eye could see
Were animals of every sort as healthy as could be!
My own tired, failing body was fresh and healed and new
And I wanted to go run with them, but I had something left to do.

I needed to reach out to you, to tell you I'm alright
That this place is truly wonderful, then a bright Glow pierced the night.
'Twas the Glow of many Candles shining bright and strong and bold
And I knew then that it held your love in its brilliant shades of gold.

For although we may not be together in the way we used to be,
We are still connected by a cord no eye can see.
So whenever you need to find me, we're never far apart
If you look beyond the Rainbow and listen with your heart.

(Written by CG - 1995)

Mel Xxxxx

February 24, 2009

For Bouncer,xxx.

Have you a dog in Heaven, Lord?
Is there room for just one more?
Cause my little dog died today;
he'll be waiting at your door.

Please take him into Heaven, Lord.
And keep him there for me,
just feed him, pet him, love him, Lord,
that’s all he'll ask of Thee.

This Beautiful poem was left for me by Marion Madden, Now i Share it with you,xx.

Michael Standing

February 22, 2009

Oh Bouncer,you are such a handsome dog! We have had 3 Boxers,2 white & 1 just the same as you. I miss him so much. In fact I miss them all so I understand how your owners feel.so I send them lots of love. Play and chase balls and sticks with our Angel dogs.xxxx

Joy Kortbeek

February 22, 2009

Best Dog

Bouncer you are more than a dog you are a part of the family, you are loved and missed. xxxxx

Karen Butler (Owner)

February 22, 2009