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1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any separation from you is likely to be painful.
2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.
3. Place your trust in me. It is crucial for my well-being.
4. Don't be angry with me for long and don't lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your friends, your entertainment, but I have only you.
5. Talk to me. Even if I don't understand your words, I do understand your voice when speaking to me.
6. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget it.
7. Before you hit me, before you strike me, remember that I could hurt you, and yet, I choose not to bite you.
8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right food, I have been in the sun too long, or my heart might be getting old or weak.
9. Please take care of me when I grow old. You too, will grow old.
10. On the ultimate difficult journey, go with me please. Never say you can't bear to watch. Don't make me face this alone. Everything is easier for me if you are there, because I love you so.
~Take a moment today to thank God for your pets. Enjoy and take good care of them.
Life would be a much duller, less joyful experience without God's critters
~Now please pass this on to other pet owners. We do not have to wait for Heaven, to be surrounded by hope, love, and joyfulness. It is here on earth and has four legs!
Oh my goodness I gave Arriba back his bed and blankie moments after writing the blog..lmao....Ive read this before somewhere or another. I like it.
ReplyDeleteAwwww that brought tears to my eyes (and precisely why I let BrodieMan stay with his foster parents~I work too damn much and he deserved so much more!)
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for sharing (and now I'm going to forward these on to Brodie's foster parents!!)
Now you done went and made me cry...
ReplyDeleteWhen I was 15 my cat Margo was sick with cancer (I had her since I was 2). I grew up with her. She was my best friend. She was so sick that I couldn't bare to spend any time with her. To me she was no longer my cat but a shell of what she once was. She barely ate, barely drank and barely moved. She held on for a couple of weeks (maybe longer) and finally my Mom said to me, "You need to love on Margo. Show her you still love her."
So Mom and I sat on the floor where Margo was laying (my mom had made a pallet for her out of blankets) and we talked to her. I loved on her. I would ask her to move her tail and she did. I asked her to put her hand on my knee, she did. I petted her, told her how much I loved her. Told her that I wanted her to get better. We spent an hour if not longer showering her with attention.
Margo died that night. I believe that she waited for me to come be with her before she would let go to be in heaven. I felt guilty for a long time. I felt like I caused her to suffer way longer than she should have. I know now that I didn't but it took me a long time to get over it...
All too true. This goes the same for children.
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ReplyDeleteSweet Stasha;
Your story has touched me deeply.
On the farm, we learned of life and death with these pets of ours. And how fast one can turn to another too.
And how often, at times, that this happened.
Yet, when I look back, the very worst of these deaths happened when I was in my teens.
Perhaps that is when we absolutely learn what it is to truly care for another.
God bless that kitty for waiting for you.
Love to you
XOXO
Anne
ReplyDeleteWell said.
Well loved.
XOXO
Me
Well loved puppies are indeed heaven on earth.
ReplyDeletegotta go cry now.
This made me miss my two dogs Jez and Tasia so much.
ReplyDeleteWhen I laid Jez down, because of complications due to epilepsy (she and I managed it for 13 years) she hung on for a full 2 minutes after the lethal hypodermic was removed. "This isn't supposed to happen, they're supposed to pass within seconds" the Vet, in tears, said over Jez's loud howls. Jez needed to be put down, her entire nervous system was shutting down, but she just wouldn't let go. She and I loved each other so much that no matter how bad things got for her she didn't want to leave me.
When Tasia was 12 she was diagnosed with Hypoparathyroidism (which is a disease of the 4 Parathyroid glands surrounding the thyroid, extremely rare in dogs, and even humans) I treated her with prescriptions sent to me each month from a Pharmacy in Colorado, because I couldn't obtain them locally. Two years after being diagnosed with that she developed Lymphoma. It spread throughout her entire body in less than two months. I tried everything I could, including acupuncture to ease her pain. She completely understood why she was at the Vets when I finally took her in to be laid down. She was stronger than I was that final day. Oh how I miss Tasia, she was so sweet and she could always make me laugh.
I don't understand people who either don't like animals, or who have them and don't treat them with the same loving affection that they give us. I find that when a person doesn't like animals I tend to not like them very much.
Thanks for posting The Ten Commandments for Pets. It's a keeper.
ReplyDeleteSweet Pea;
I know what you are going through with your pup right now.
And know how hard it is when they are sick too.
Prayers for you both.
Love,
Me
Sweet RT;
ReplyDeleteI am sorry about your Jez and Tasia.
I do know how hard it is when their time comes.
They trusted you for all those years- and trusted you to make sure they didn't suffer too.
I should have attached this above- It somehow fits in with these 10 Commandments-
(From Amos' entry... http://flintville.multiply.com/journal/item/579/ ).
"And, My Friend, when I am very old, and I can no longer enjoy good health, hearing and sight; do not make heroic efforts to keep me going.
I am simply not having any fun...
Please keep that my trusting life is taken gently; and I shall leave this earth, knowing even with the last breath I draw, that my fate was always safest in your hands. "
I have little use for anyone that doesn't care for animals or children too.
XOXO
Anne