This was written by Lorraine Handley for her Golden Retriever Azra. I was so touched by it, I asked for her permission to post it here in honor of my wonderful Sadie, who also journeyed to the Rainbow Bridge April 12, 2013. I love you Forever Sadie.
The angels came to wait for you.. they came to you last night
they wanted you to go with them but the time was not quite right.
they walked with you along the path, but you stopped atop the ridge.
I saw you turn and lift your beautiful golden head and look right down at us
The angels came to wait for you.. It’s not your time, not just yet..
Please wait a while.. but you don’t want a fuss
It seems like just last week you came, so tiny and so new
and now it’s time for you to leave. Oh how I will miss you
You wait there with your maker and sit there by his side
he points to where your star will be. Yes. you’ll have your very own
and I will find it on the nights when I’m feeling all alone.
The brightest star of all the stars will shine out in the dark
and if I listen hard enough I’ll sometimes hear you bark.
Today the angels wait with you and you stand up on that ridge
they are ready and just waiting, to walk you to the bridge.
Good bye my friend and thank you
and as you leave my arms, please walk with them and let them take you home.
For heaven is, i’ve heard, for all the best and beautiful dogs to roam..
RIP my Azra. In my heart forever.
Author Lorraine Handley
(Gpfetch Goldens 24-12-2014)
I like Facebook, but I hate Facebook. We tend to share our lives thru Facebook. But we also share who dies.
Sometimes, friends don’t talk to each other for 2 months, sometimes those times stretch into ten or more years. Time passages don’t matter to me, I know we’re still friends and can pick up where we left off quite easily.
If I held hands with you, hugged you, skipped with you, broke bread with you, please know that I love you, and I cherish seeing your faces and accomplishments on Facebook. I also cry with you when the sad times hit. Today is one of those days. Today, I just want to let my friends and family know I love them dearly. No matter how fast time flies.
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For Those Who Have Never Loved A Dog, I Say…THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT
OF AN EXTREMELY EXCEPTIONAL DOG
I, “Sadie Goodman”, 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 minds of my Humans. They will not know it is there until after I am dead. Then, remembering me in their loneliness, they will suddenly know of this testament, and I ask them then 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 and to obtain 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 Humans, who I know will mourn me the most, to my companions and cousins and — but if I should list all those who have loved me, it would force my Humans 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 Humans to remember me always but not to grieve for me too long. In my life I have tried to be a comfort to them in time of sorrow and be a reason for added joy in their happiness. It is painful for me to think that even in death I should cause them pain. Let them 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-by.” It will be a sorrow to leave them but not a sorrow to die. Dogs do not fear death as men do. I accept it as a part of life, not as something alien and terrible which destroys life. What will come to me after death?
Who knows! I would like to believe that I will be together in a place where one is always young and healthy; 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 Humans.
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 them, 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, they cannot live without a dog! 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 another female and possibly a rescue dog. She can hardly be as well
bred or as mannered or as distinguished and beautiful as I, but my Humans must not ask the impossible. She will do her best, I am sure, and even her inevitable defects will help keep my memory alive. To her I bequeath my red collar and leash. I leave her my place of comfort in Lauren’s room from which I loved so much.
One last word of farewell, dear Humans. Whenever you think of me, say to yourselves with regret but also with happiness in your hearts 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.
Sexy Sadie Goodman Born October 21, 1997, Died April 12, 2013` forever in our hearts
An adaptation of a work written in 1940 by Eugene O’Neill.