poem

Not “Just A Dog”

From time to time people tell me, "Lighten up, it's just a dog," or, "That's a lot of money for just a dog." They don't understand the distance traveled, the time spent or the costs involved for "just a dog."

Some of my proudest moments have come about with "just a dog."

Many hours have passed and my only company was "just a dog," but I did not once feel slighted.

Some of my saddest moments have been brought about by "just a dog," and, in those days of darkness, the gentle touch of "just a dog" gave me comfort and reason to overcome the day.

If you, too, think it's "just a dog," then you will probably understand phases like "just a friend," "just a sunrise," or "just a promise."

"Just a dog" brings into my life the very essence of friendship, trust, and pure unbridled joy.

"Just a dog" brings out the compassion and patience that makes me a better person.

Because of "just a dog" I will rise early, take long walks and look longingly to the future.

So for me, and folks like me, it's not "just a dog" but an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future, the fond memories of the past and the pure joy of the moment.

"Just a dog" brings out what's good in me and diverts my thoughts away from myself and the worries of the day.

I hope that someday they can understand that it's not "just a dog" but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being "just a human."

So the next time you hear the phrase "just a dog." just smile….because they "just don't understand."

– Anonymous

“I’m Still Your Dog” poem

This poem is so fitting for animals with disabilities or elderly animals.  I've had this for quite sometime, but don't  think I've ever posted it.  Even if I have in the past, I feel it is so worth sharing again.

I'm Still Your Dog

Because I'm "just a dog" you see, I don't sigh and say, "why me?"  I just face it- go on livin' and play the hand that I've been given.

I need you more now, that is true, for there are things I just can't do.  The ball you throw I can't catch- I can't even lift my leg to scratch.

It's embarrassing a little- that I may need your help to piddle.  But if our roles they were reverse, I'd be proud to be your nurse.

But hey, I love you more than ever.  Me, give up?  Well yeah, like never.  I don't regret what cannot be- with you my friend, I'll just me me! 

I'm still me within my soul where it counts, I still am whole.  My back is bent and I'm quite lame, but in my heart I'm still the same.

by Julie Wrigley Smith

I am especially touched by the last line that even though an animal may be lame, their heart IS still the same.  Frankie demonstrates that to me each and every day… what a blessing our animals are!