Why Dogs Don’t Live Longer Than Humans
Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year- old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog’s owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little
boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker and they were hoping for a miracle.
I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family there were no miracles left for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia
procedure for the old dog in their home. As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for the four-year-old Shane
to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.
The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker’s family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time,
that I wondered if he understood what was going on.
Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away. The little boy seemed to accept Belker’s transition without any difficulty or confusion.
We sat together for a while after Belker’s death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives. Shane, who had
been listening quietly, piped up, “I know why.” Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I’d never heard a more
He said, “People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life — like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?” The four-year-old
continued, “Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay as long.”
Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply, Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.
From the Mouth of Babes
Melissa was in a panic as she drove home with her six-year-old son. Her husband had just phoned to tell her that Gertie, the family’s beloved Kerry,
had slipped out of her collar during their walk to chase after a cat. He’d looked everywhere. “Well, God only knows where she is,” she’d told her
“How will we ever find her?” she wondered as she drove through the neighborhood searching for the dog. “She’s off the only path she knows. Gertie could
be anywhere by now.”
“Why don’t you ask Cod?” Max piped up from the backseat.
“What did you say, honey?”
“You said that only God knows, so why don’t you ask Him?” Max replied.
Melissa chuckled and said a silent prayer. When she turned the next corner, there was Gertie barking up a tree at the neighbor’s cat.
Things Aren’t Always What They Seem
Author unknown, submitted by Janet Joers
Two traveling angels stopped to spend the night in the home of a wealthy family. The family was rude and refused to let the angels stay in the mansion’s
guest room. Instead the angels were given a small space in the cold basement. As they made their bed on the hard floor, the older angel saw a hole
in the wall and repaired it. When the younger angel asked why, the older angel replied, “Things aren’t always what they seem.”
The next night the pair came to rest at the house of a very poor, but very hospitable farmer and his wife. After sharing what little food they had
the couple let the angels sleep in their bed where they could have a good night’s rest.
When the sun came up the next morning the angels found the farmer and his wife in tears. Their Kerry Blue Terrier, lay dead in the field. The younger
angel was infuriated and asked the older angel how she could have let this happen.
“The first man had everything, yet you helped him,” she accused. “The second family had little but was willing to share everything, and you let the
Kerry die.” Things aren’t always what they seem,” the older angel replied. “When we stayed in the basement of the mansion, I noticed there was
gold stored in that hole in the wall. Since the owner was so obsessed with greed and unwilling to share his good fortune, I sealed the wall so
he wouldn’t find it. Then last night as we slept in the farmers bed, the angel of death came for his wife. I gave him the Kerry instead. Things
aren’t always what they seem.”
Sometimes that is exactly what happens when things don’t turn out the way hey should. If you have faith, you just need to trust that every outcome
is always to your advantage. You might not know it until some time later…
And the Dog Heard
Kerry Blue Terrier artwork by Scott McNair
Submitted by Lisa Frankland
God summoned a beast from the field and he said, “Behold adore him. You shall protect him in the wilderness, shepherd his flocks, watch over his
children, accompany him wherever he may go . . . even into civilization. You shall be his companion, his ally, his slave.
“To do these things,” God said, “I endow you with these instincts, uncommon to other beasts: Faithfulness, devotion, and understanding surpassing
those of man himself.
“Let it impair your courage, you shall never forsee your death. Let it impair your loyalty, you shall be blind to the faults of man. Let it
impair your understanding, you are denied the power of words.
“Let no fault of language cleave an accord beyond that of man with any other beast or even man with man. Speak to your master only with your
mind and through your honest eyes.
“Walk by his side; sleep in his doorway; forage for him; ward off his enemies; carry his burdens; share his afflictions; love him and comfort
him. And in return for this, man will fulfill your needs and wants–which shall be only food, shelter, and affection.
“So be silent, and be a friend to man. Guide him through the perils along the way to this land that I have promised him. This shall be your
destiny and your immortality.” So spake the Lord.
And the dog heard and was content.
“He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog.
You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy
of such devotion”
Tribute To The Dog
by Senator George Vest – in 1869
submitted by Cindy Hatzfeld
The one absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him and the one that never proves
ungrateful or treacherous is his dog.
A man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness.
He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master’s side.
He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world.
He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince.
When all other friends desert he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is a constant in his love as the sun
in its journey through the heavens.
When the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in its embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if
all other friends pursue their way, there by his graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad but
open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even to death.
George Graham Vest (1830-1904) served as U.S. Senator from Missouri from 1879 to 1903 and became one of the leading orators and debaters of his time. This delightful speech is from an earlier period in his life when he practiced law in a small Missouri town. It was given in court while representing a man who sued another for the killing of his dog. During the trial, Vest ignored the testimony, but when his turn came to present a summation to the jury, he made the following speech and won the case.
Submitted by Barbara Kam
“Danielle keeps repeating it over and over again. We’ve been back to this animal shelter at least five times. It has been weeks now since
we started all of this,” the mother told the volunteer.
“What is it she keeps asking for?” the volunteer asked.
“Puppy size!” replied the mother.”Well, we have plenty of puppies, if that’s what she’s looking for.”
“I know…we have seen most of them,” the mom said in frustration…
Just then Danielle came walking into the office.”Well, did you find one?” asked her mom. “No, not this time,”
Danielle said with sadness in her voice. “Can we come back on the weekend?”
The two women looked at each other, shook their heads and laughed.
“You never know when we will get more dogs. Unfortunately, there’s always asupply,” the volunteer said.
Danielle took her mother by the hand and headed to the door.
“Don’t worry, I’ll find one this weekend,” she said.
Over the next few days both mom and dad had long conversations with her.They both felt she was being too particular.
“It’s this weekend or we’re not looking any more,” Dad finally said in frustration.</>
“We don’t want to hear anything more about puppy size either,” Mom added.
Sure enough, they were the first ones in the shelter on Saturday morning. By now Danielle knew her way around, so she ran right for the
section that housed the smaller dogs.
Tired of the routine, mom sat in the small waiting room at the end of the first row of cages. There was an observation window so you could
see the animals during times when visitors weren’t permitted. Danielle walked slowly from cage to cage, kneeling periodically to take
a closer look. One by one the dogs were brought out and she held e ach one.
One by one she said, “Sorry, you’re not the one.”
It was the last cage on this last day in search of the perfect pup.
The volunteer opened the cage door and the child carefully picked up the dog and held it closely. This time she took a little longer.
“Mom, that’s it! I found the right puppy! He’s the one! I know it!” she screamed with
joy. “It’s the puppy size!”
“But it’s the same size as all the other puppies you held over the last few weeks,” Mom said.
“No not size —- the sighs. When I held him in my arms, he sighed,” she said.
“Don’t you remember? When I asked you one day what love is, you told me love depends on the sighs of your heart. The more you love, the
bigger the sigh!”
The two women looked at each other for a moment. Mom didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. As she stooped down to hug the child, she did
a little of both.
“Mom, every time you hold me, I sigh. When you and Daddy come home from work and hug each other, you both sigh. I knew I would find the
right puppy if it sighed when I held it in my arms,” she said.
Then holding the puppy up close to her face she said, “Mom, he loves me. I heard the sighs of his heart!”
Close your eyes for a moment and think about the love that makes you sigh. I not only find it in the arms of my loved ones, but in the
caress of a sunset, the kiss of the moonlight and the gentle brush of cool air on a hot day.They are the sighs of God. Take the time
to stop and listen; you will be surprised at what you hear. “Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take
our breath away.”
If I didn’t have dogs…..
Anonymous. Submitted by Rita Lockwood
I could walk around the yard barefoot in safety.
My house could be carpeted instead of tiled and laminated.
All flat surfaces, clothing, furniture, and cars would be free of hair.
When the doorbell rings, it wouldn’t sound like a kennel.
When the doorbell rings, I could get to the door without wading through fuzzy bodies who beat me there.
I could sit on the couch and my bed the way I wanted, without taking into consideration how much space several fur bodies would need to
I would not have strange present under my Christmas tree – dog bones, stuffed animals, toys, treats, nor would I have to explain to people
why I wrap them.
I would have money….and no guilt to go on a real vacation.
I would not be on a first name basis with six veterinarians, as I put their yet unborn grand kids through college.
The most used words in my vocabulary would not be: out, sit, down, come, no, stay and leave him/her/it ALONE.
My house would not be cordoned off into zones with baby gates or barriers.
My house would not look like a day care center, toys everywhere.
My pockets would not contain things like poop bags, treats and an extra leash.
I would no longer have to spell the words:
B-I-K-E OR C-A-R.
I would not have as many leaves INSIDE my house as outside.
I would not look strangely at people who think having ONE dog/cat ties them down too much.
I?d look forward to spring and the rainy season instead of dreading ?mud? season.
I would not have to answer the question ?Why do you have so many animals?? from people who will never have the joy in their lives of knowing
they are loved unconditionally by someone as close to an angel as they will ever get.
How EMPTY my life would be!