| Location | West Midlands |
| Age | 13 years |
| Date of Birth | 18/05/1991 |
| Date of Death | 08/07/2004 |
| Visitors | 1,881 since 18/12/2008 |
| Creator |
shelley a beautiful greyhound we will never forget xxx
Poem for Dog Lovers
Hello. I've been expecting you for quite some time.
Here, come sit beside us for awhile.
and let me tell you about this old friend of mine.
She might look tattered or maybe old
But I won't say goodbye until you've been told.
She had the brightest eyes I had ever seen,
And wore a beautiful fur coat that would out shine a queen.
She was never prissy but walked with an aire ......
And oh so polite, you could take her most anywhere.
She could run like the wind and could catch anything she chased
But she protected and sat with me when I had problems to face.
You could not find a friend nearly so dear.
Because no matter the trouble she always stayed near...
She has never asked for much from me;
Just to love and respect her and I think you'll agree.
To give her a good meal plus a nice warm bed is not much to ask;
When she has given me all her love and to her this was no task.
Now I understand you have a schedule to keep.
But I have a small favor before she nods off to sleep.
Please fold your wings around her and let her feel young while in no pain;
Dear Guardian Angel of Pets,
please keep her safe and happy until I see her again.
- In Loving Memory of "Maudie," by Ginger Patton
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••• The Spirit of Christmas •••
The spirit of Christmas is often found
In things that we can see
A street of gold and silver
A sparkling Christmas tree.
It’s found in quiet serenity
Of freshly fallen snow
In lights upon the river
A candles’ gentle glow.
It’s found in pretty presents
And treasures of delight
In stories told of Christmas’ past
On cold and wintry nights.
It’s found in Yuletide carolers
Who stand out in the street
And spread good cheer and tidings
To everyone they meet.
It’s found in bustling cities
As choirs get up to sing
In sleepy little villages
Where lonely church bells ring.
It’s found within a beggar’s heart
Who kindly takes the time
To help a cold and hungry child
By sharing his last dime.
It’s found within the prisons walls
And temples made of stone
It’s found within the orphanages
And in the nursing homes.
It’s found within the wise men
Who brought gifts from far away
And the eastern star that led them
To the stable where He lay.
It’s found within the Spirit
This gift from up above
It’s filled with pure salvation
And wrapped in His sweet love.
It’s even found in old St. Nick
As he kneels down to pray
To Jesus, Blessed Redeemer
Who was born on Christmas day.
~ Marilyn Ferguson 4 December 2002
Reminiscing at Christmas
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ღ Snowfall ღ
The first snowfall of the season!
I am so excited to see
This annual white blanket of snow
Cover the trees, buildings and ground!
Playful flakes continue to fall and the air is still.
Strangely, the atmosphere feels as if it's insulated from sound.
The birds provide such a beautiful contrast
Of color against this breathtaking wonder.
I sense nature's winter excitement!
As with every year's first snowfall
I call out to you, to share, with me,
The beauty of it all . . .
"Hurry! Come here, it's snowing!"
As usual, you will shout with joy,
Run by my side to share in this ritual.
We will laugh, dress warmly
And play together as children in the snow
Building snowmen, sledding, throwing snowballs
And eventually retreating to
The safety of the indoors.
How familiar it will be when we feel
The numbness in our noses, fingers, feet
As well as the stinging in our wind burned rosy cheeks!
Laughing, we will remove our wet, snow matted clothing
To anxiously embrace the comfort and warmth
Of our home, hot chocolate and each other.
I don't hear you . . . and
Painfully remember
You are no longer with me.
I stand all alone, by an apathetic window.
The snow no longer offers me
Familiar comforts of tradition.
Instead, painful emptiness overpowers me.
Suddenly, I feel like the snow's
Empty blanket enveloped by unwanted and
Lonely silence . . . and cry.
~ Brenda Bernard Flowers
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ღ I Remember Christmas ღ
I remember . .
When Christmas was really Christmas
And family love was all around
And Christmas carols in the street
Drowned out the traffic sounds
When decorations were made at home
And the smell of Mum’s cooking filled the air
And regardless of all our problems
Happiness enveloped everywhere
Shopping didn’t dominate
And finding presents was not a dread
And early on Christmas Eve . .
We were all tucked up in bed
Father Christmas was believable
And computer games were not a blight
Real logs glowed in the fire place . .
And the North Star was still bright
The three wise men took pride of place
And Jerusalem . . was not at war
And we believed that angels . .
Might come walking through the door
Yes,
I remember when Christmas was special
It seemed to have a magic glow
Oh! How I miss those Christmases
That happened long ago
~ Albert Gazeley November 2009
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with love
The Christmas Greyhound.
The star shone bright, up in the winter sky,
As a lonely Greyhound gave a sigh.
It was so cold out here all on his own,
With no one to love him and give him a home.
He had a home once, if you could call it that,
Lying on cold concrete that made sores on his back.
A gentle hand or kind word he never knew,
Only abuse and the words "you're through".
Then a drive in a van, that left him out here,
Alone and afraid with plenty to fear.
The Greyhound cried out, a pitiful sound,
But no one heard him; there was no one around.
As he made his journey, towards the bright star,
His legs began to weaken, he had already walked so far.
His thin body could no longer fight off the cold,
And as the temperature dropped, it started to snow.
The Greyhound lay down, and his body began to shake,
He knew it wouldn't be long now; he only had to wait,
His sad eyes looked up to the star shining so bright,
It was the last thing he saw before his eyes closed tight.
This Christmas night was sad for him, as death came near,
Another poor Greyhound that will never know Christmas cheer.
In memory of all the poor Greyhounds that never get to enjoy the Christmas spirit,
By Sue Stoddart.
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Angel Of Christmas Cheer
I hear a flutter in the breeze
There is snow upon the ground
All the leaves have fallen
Not a single one to be found.
So it makes me ponder
On this lovely winter day
Could it be an angel?
In the snow at play?
I go ahead and build my snowman
I work with cheerful hands
Carrot nose and button eyes
To make him look so grand.
I think I hear a little giggle
A flutter in the breeze
I look up to see, who might be here
But it's, just my snowman and me.
With all this Yule time cheer
On my face I have a smile
Soon we will be singing songs
As we gather around the fire.
It's nearly time to go in
I'll soon be snug in bed
As I dream of sugar plums
Dancing in my head.
Now it's Christmas Morning
We gather around the tree
I look out the frost window
My eyes just can't believe!
A beautiful smile on my snowman
My hands could have never achieved
I walked the same snow prints
That I had made that very night.
Only one going to it, one coming back
As I look at the snowy base
I see a folded note;
Looking so mystified
With wonder on my face,
As I read the words
This is what it said,
"I enjoyed the wonderful evening
Seeing the joy your heart does hold,
But, there is more to this message
To you, that must be told.
Always remember...
The reason for this season
The night that Christ was born
All those that gathered
In the manger long ago.
Always remember His love and giving ways
Then you can have Christmas, every single day
And if you don't mind...
I would love to come next year
At the bottom was signed,
"Your Angel of Christmas Cheer"
Brenda Conley ~ 2001
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One Little Candle
By Carol Dunn
It’s just one little candle
One tiny flickering light
A challenge to the darkness
A small beacon in the night.
It could be just a gentle touch
A reminder that you’re there
Or a warm, compassionate hug
That shows you understand and care.
Sometimes it only takes your smile
To encourage and uplift
And should that smile lead to laughter
You’ve shared a special gift.
There’s comfort in shared silence
Or in a softly spoken word
Or in taking time to listen
To feelings that must be heard.
Yes, it’s just one little candle
Softly glowing in the night
But it can overcome the darkness
If it will only share it’s light.
Just one candle at a time
Each one giving from its heart
Reaching out to those nearby
Asking them to do their part.
To make sure the light keeps growing
Reaching out to those in sorrow
Offering comfort, warmth and hope
Strength and courage for tomorrow.
❤ Nothing Gold Can Stay ❤
by Robert Frost
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
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♥ Do not judge a song by its duration
♥ Nor by the number of its notes
♥ Judge it by the richness of its contents
♥ Sometimes those unfinished are among the most poignant…
♥ Do not judge a song by its duration
♥ Nor by the number of its notes
♥ Judge it by the way it touches and lifts the soul
♥ Sometimes those unfinished are among the most beautiful…
♥ And when something has enriched your life
♥ And when it’s melody lingers on in your heart.
♥ Is it unfinished?
♥ Or is it endless?
~ Author Unknown ~
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A Poem of Hope
One song can spark a moment,
One flower can wake the dream.
One tree can start a forest,
One bird can herald spring.
One smile begins a friendship,
One handclasp lifts a soul.
One star can guide a ship at sea,
One word can frame the goal.
One vote can change a nation,
One sunbeam lights a room,
One candle wipes out darkness,
One laugh will conquer gloom.
One step must start each journey,
One word must start each prayer.
One hope will raise our spirits,
One touch can show you care.
One voice can speak with wisdom,
One heart can know what’s true.
One life can make the difference.
You see, it’s up to YOU!
(Author Unknown)
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♥ ♥ ♥ I Hope ♥ ♥ ♥
♥ By Sarah Magana ♥
I hope you surf the waves from the ocean,
Big and small.
I hope you watch the sunset,
From a mountain straight and tall.
I hope you can sing a song to all
the angels,
Loud and clear.
I hope you will try new things,
Never giving into fears.
I hope you find a rainbow,
And realize it was worth the rain.
I hope through your journey,
You will learn to balance smiles with pain.
I hope you watch the stars shoot by,
Upon a grassy hill.
I hope you know that I love you,
Always have and always will.
♥ FOR ALL OUR FURRY AND FEATHERED FRIENDS ♥ GONE TOO SOON ♥
The author of this beautiful poem wrote it for about the loss of her dear doggy friend, Skeeter. I think the words are so beautifully put and know that we can all relate to this passage in some way.
Love to you and your beautiful angel this Christmas and all year round, Mel. xxxxx
•♥ Skeeter ♥• •♥ Written by Forrest Phelps-Cook ♥•
No flags were flown at half mast
when my little baby died;
no limousine to carry her home
no crowds of mourners cried.
But the world for me stopped turning,
my heart is filled with pain
my tears could fill an ocean
I want to see her again.
I want to say I'm sorry
to feel her lick my face,
I want to hold her close to me
and always keep her safe.
I wonder how to end this hurt,
to ease my troubled soul,
I wonder how I can go on
without her I'm not whole.
And so I pray to God above
to take care of my child,
say thanks that she was here
if only for awhile.
And I will love another,
though she'll always be a part
of everything that's good and kind,
she will always have my heart.
I know that she is happy,
She is running in fields of gold,
and though I know she misses me
she'll someday be mine to hold.
So sleep my little baby,
your spirit now is free,
sleep my little baby,
you're still a part of me.
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