Kita Hassan - Aldus

✽ܓ✽ܓ✽ܓ✽ܓ✽ܓ✽ܓ✽ܓ

"How long will the pain last?" A broken-hearted mourner asked me.
"All the rest of your Life," I have to answer truthfully. We never quite forget.
No matter how many years pass, we remember. The loss of a loved one is like a major operation. Part of us is removed, and we have a scar, for the rest of our lives.
As years go by, we manage. There are things to do, things to care for, tasks that call for full attention. But the pain is still there, not far below the surface.
We see a dog or a cat that looks familiar, hear a voice that echoes, see a photograph we put away, see a landscape that once we saw together, and it seems as though a knife were in the wound again.
But not so painfully. And mixed with joy, too, because remembering a happy time is not all sorrow; It brings back some happiness with it, too.
How long will the pain last? "All the rest of your life."
But the thing to remember is that not only will the pain last, but the blessed memories as well.
Tears are proof of life; The more love, the more tears. If this be true, then how could we ever ask that the pain cease altogether? For then the memory of love would go with it.
The pain of grief is the price we pay for love.

Unknown author

✽ܓ✽ܓ✽ܓ✽ܓ✽ܓ✽ܓ✽ܓ

Mel Xxxxx September 15, 2009

♥ .•**•.. ♥ ♥ .•**•.. ♥ ♥ .•**•.. ♥ ♥ .•**•.. ♥ ♥ .•**•.. ♥ ♥ .•**•.. ♥
~~ Don't Wait For Me Outside the Pearly Gates ~~
(by Jeanie E. Tam. Copyright 2009)

Don't wait for me outside the Pearly Gates,
though the field is golden and the wind is sweet.
Go on in, cos I might be late,
and say hello to my grannies, whom you may meet.

Think of it as a vacation,
where you'll run freely, and bounce, and binky,
with plushy grass to lay your head
and no prey or pain to make you weary.

If Fate will have it our way,
the years will come to pass.
With all my deeds fulfilled, as He has intended, I pray,
I'll be at my destination at last.

I will tread on the golden field,
the same field you once were wandering.
It is beautiful there, I'm sure.
But it's no use standing there waiting.

So don't wait for me outside the Pearly Gates,
though the wind is sweet and the field is golden.
Just come greet me at the opening gates
when I arrive, and walk with me into Heaven.
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Mel Xxxxx September 11, 2009

♥ღ♥~♥ღ♥~ ♥ღ♥~♥ღ♥~♥~ღ♥~♥ღ♥~♥ღ♥~ ♥ღ♥~♥ღ♥~♥~ღ♥~
The Storm.
Written by Judey LaRocca

The first wave hits with a tremendous force,
So strong you think you’ll die.
There is no refuge from the storm,
And you utter a desperate cry.

The oceans rage, you understand,
Things will never be the same again.
You look to the heavens with tears in your eyes,
And say “Good-Bye” to your faithful friend.

The second wave hits with a force the same,
As the first wave did before.
You hold her close; kiss her one last time,
Whispering “I love you, I’ll never forget you”…
You walk out the door.

The waves continue strong and hard,
Each bringing grief and pain.
Disbelief overwhelms you…
“She’ll never come home again.”

The storm persists with waves of anguish,
Reflections of years gone by.
Questioning yourself about the things you’ve done,
And silently you cry…

You do not remember the good you’ve done,
Rather dwell on the things you didn’t do.
Another wave hits, you fight back the tears,
Engulfed by heartfelt sorrow…
Pain you never knew.

Thoughts of “Why didn’t I...” or “I should’ve done…”
Race throughout your mind,
Shadowing the good memories,
The memories that are left behind.

Each wave continues bringing grief and pain,
Though now they are not quite as strong.
Repeatedly crashing down on your heart,
You pray for them to be gone.

Gradually, the waves do subside,
Yet some still cause pain and despair.
Little by little the good memories emerge,
And you remember the love you shared.

Your heart still aches, the tears still fall,
But the storm is reaching an end.
You can smile now, even laugh,
Bittersweet are the memories of your faithful friend.

The skies are brightening, the sun is appearing,
The ocean is calm once more.
The waves that ravaged your sanity,
Now lap gently, upon the shore.

In the light of the sun, the memories are clear,
You are no longer filled with pain.
Once again you think of your faithful friend,
And smile, when you speak her name.

A rainbow appears above, in the sunlit sky,
Quiet thoughts of her brighten your day.
The sunshine reflects the brilliance of her life,
At last you realize, she lives on in your heart and you will,
Be together again…
Someday.
♥ღ♥~♥ღ♥~ ♥ღ♥~♥ღ♥~♥~ღ♥~♥ღ♥~♥ღ♥~ ♥ღ♥~♥ღ♥~♥~ღ♥~

Mel Xxxxx September 4, 2009

I thought I saw you here today

We were so very close, we two
but I had to let you go
I hope that you can understand
it was because I loved you so.

No more pain, no aching limbs
no earthly ties that bind
No dimming eyes, no sleepless nights
you've left them all behind.

I lost you many months ago,
and gained a broken heart
Yet I feel you close to me
although we are apart.

Sometimes when I'm all alone,
I feel you by my side,
As if to try and comfort me,
through all the nights I've cried.

I thought I saw you here today,
out the corner of my eye,
Felt soft fur against my skin,
heard the faintest sigh.

So wait for me at Rainbow Bridge
Until we meet once more
then we will walk together again
through Heaven's open door...
(Written by � Shiela Seymour)

Mel Xxxxx September 3, 2009

They're Only Ours for a Little While

We humans are prone to chase rainbows,
always wanting that pot of gold.
But the wisest of us remember the joy,
of just a small creature to hold.
Allow yourself to accept their great gift,
and know what devotion is worth.
If you've been loved by a dog or cat,
you're the richest person on earth.
But their lives are lived in miniature-
bright sun to palest moon.
They bless our days with innocence,
and faithfulness that's stilled too soon.
These precious lives are fragile,
as fleeting as a baby's smile.
So give them all the love you have,
they're only ours for a little while.
And in the lonely moments,
when you pause to wonder why.
Hold close those brightest shooting stars,
that burn so briefly in our sky.
But then look deeper in your heart,
to know all love must intertwine.
And when the night sky seems the darkest,
you'll see their light forever shine.

(Written by Nancy Hanson)

Mel Xxxxx August 31, 2009

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
They enter our lives wide-eyed and lovable
with the innocence of a child
and yet they seem to have the wisdom of the ages within their spirits.
Not having verbal skills has enabled us to confide in them
more than we would a human companion.
If you look deep into their eyes
you must believe that they understand
what we need and are just waiting for us to allow them to meet that desire.
They ask for little, some food some water but most importantly
our touch when we have time.
For this they devote their entire life to us.
They don't accuse us they don't judge us.
They are content to lie by our side.
What have we humans done to deserve such loyalty?
We forget about them when it is not convenient
we throw them away when the novelty wears off.
Yet they still come back for more.
They are known as companion animals and
they take their responsibilities seriously.
Some companions have the tenderness to work with the sick
others have the ability to guide the blind or assist the disabled.
While others work in law enforcement or in rescue work.
Then there are those whose main mission
in life is pure companionship.
Many of us grew up with the belief in guardian angels
sent down to earth to watch over us.
I wonder if our beloved pet companions are the
personification of these guardian angels.
Then the heart breaking moment comes;
God is calling them home.
We beg Him to give us more time but His will must be done.
It is time for our babies to start their new journey with their new family.
For some of us we must assist our companions
in their journey by allowing them to go.
We must cut the leash that binds them here.
We must continue on without them and we doubt that we can.
Eventually the veil of darkness lifts from our hearts and
we realize that life is a circle.
The end of one life means the beginning of a brand new wondrous life.
Just as the seasons come and go, so shall we.
Our babies have soared to the
heavens and for every baby that has passed a star is born.
Their light shines down upon us.
The memories of their love and devotion fill our hearts and the tears turn to smiles.
We come to recognize that we will be re-united again with our babies and
until that time we continue the circle of life and
love by sharing our home with a new bright eyed baby and
the circle begins again.

(Submitted by Noreen and Mac)
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

Mel Xxxxx August 29, 2009

Request from Rainbow Bridge

♥~♥~♥ ♥~♥~♥ ♥~♥~♥ ♥~♥~♥ ♥~♥~♥ ♥~♥~♥ ♥~♥~♥

Weep not for me though I am gone
Into that gentle night,
Grieve if you will, but not for long
Upon my soul's sweet flight.
I am at peace, my soul's at rest
There is no need for tears,
For with your love I was so blessed
For all those many years.
There is no pain, I suffer not
The fear now all is gone,
Put now these things out of your thoughts,
In your memory I live on.
Remember not my fight for breath
Remember not the strife,
Please do not dwell upon my death,
But celebrate my life.

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Copyright (c) 1992 Constance Jenkins

Mel Xxxxx August 28, 2009

Sending love to you Angel. We wish for those wonderful times so much, for yesterday and you. xxx

•♥ YOU WERE HERE ♥•
Copyright (c) Jenine Stanley, 1999

As I sit in those moments of quiet,
When sadness invades me,
I know that yesterday,
You were here.
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Now you are away from us,
Not knowing your future,
Or when you'll come home, but yesterday,
You were here.
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It has now been a week,
A week since you last were in the house,
An entire week since we carried you away,
To the place where we did not know your future,
But just last week,
You were here.
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Another day passes;
a week ago, you were still with us,
In daily reports from the clinic,
They did not know your future,
But we could still hope, and,
You were here.
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More days pass;
A week ago you left us,
Your head cradled in our hands,
Your spirit gracefully moving upward,
But for a few hours of that day,
You were here.
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Sadness invades again,
As I know that once those hours pass,
I can no longer look back,
Over the span of a familiar week's time,
To find that comforting point when,
You were here.
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More time will pass;
Sadness will not so much invade as menace,
And I will mark the days,
Saying things like,
"last month, last summer, last Halloween, last year,"
You were here.
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I dread that day,
One year from now,
That first marking of the time,
That your body was no longer with us;
Though we will never forget you,
Your tangible memory fades,
The feel of your fur, your head, your back, your weight against us,
The smell and sounds of you when,
You were here.
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The emptiness is beginning to fade,
To change into another reality,
One with you still playing a part,
But a role of ethereal presence rather than physical comfort we crave;
Your memory, your spirit, your essence and counsel,
Dwell with us, but this feeling is not the same as when,
You were here.
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Mel Xxxxx August 26, 2009

~ A Little Dog Angel~

High up in the courts of Heaven today
A little dog-angel waits,
With the other dogs he will not play,
But he sits alone at the Gates:
"For I know my master will come," says he
"And when he comes, he will call for me."

He sees the spirits that pass him by
As they hasten towards the throne,
And he watches them with a wistful eye
As he sits at the gate alone;
"But I know if I just wait patiently
"That someday my Master will come," says he.

And his Master far down on the earth below,
As he sits in his easy chair,
Forgets sometimes, and he whistles low
For the dog that is not there;
And the little dog-angel cocks his ears
And dreams that his Master's call he hears.

And I know when at length his Master waits
Outside in the dark and cold
For the hand of Death to open the gates
That lead to the Courts of Gold,
The little dog-angel's eager bark
Will comfort his soul while he's still in the dark.
(Written by Norah M. Holland, c.1870)

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I just wanted to let you know that I made it home. The journey wasn't an easy one, but it didn't take too long.
Everything is so pretty here, so white, so fresh and new
I wish that you could close your eyes and that you could see it too.
Please try not to be sad for me.
Try to understand
God is taking care of me...I'm in the shelter of His hands.
Here there is no sadness, no sorrow, and no pain. Here there is no crying and I'll never hurt again. Here it is so peaceful when all the angels sing.
I really have to go for now... I've just got to try my wings.
(Author Unknown)

Mel Xxxxx August 23, 2009

The Journey (Part 1)

When you bring a pet into your life, you begin a journey. A journey that will bring you more love and devotion than you have ever known, yet will also test your strength and courage. If you allow, the journey will teach you many things, about life, about yourself, and most of all, about love. You will come away changed forever, for one soul cannot touch another without leaving its mark.

Along the way, you will learn much about savoring life's simple pleasures -- jumping in leaves, snoozing in the sun, the joys of puddles, and even the satisfaction of a good scratch behind the ears. If you spend much time outside, you will be taught how to truly experience every element, for no rock, leaf, or log will go unexamined, no rustling bush will be overlooked, and even the very air will be inhaled, pondered, and noted as being full of valuable information.

Your pace may be slower, except when heading home to the food dish, but you will become a better naturalist, having been taught by an expert in the field. Too many times we hike on automatic pilot, our goal being to complete the trail rather than enjoy the journey. We miss the details: the colorful mushrooms on the rotting log, the honeycomb in the old maple snag, the hawk feather caught on a twig.

Once we walk as a dog does, we discover a whole new world. We stop; we browse the landscape, we kick over leaves, peek in tree holes, look up, down, all around. And we learn what any dog knows: that nature has created a marvelously complex world that is full of surprises, that each cycle of the seasons bring ever changing wonders, each day an essence all its own.

Even from indoors you will find yourself more attuned to the world around you. You will find yourself watching: summer insects collecting on a screen; how bizarre they are; how many kinds there are or noting the flick and flash of fireflies through the dark. You will stop to observe the swirling dance of windblown leaves, or sniff the air after a rain. It does not matter that there is no objective in this; the point is in the doing, in not letting life's most important details slip by.

You will find yourself doing silly things that your pet-less friends might not understand: spending thirty minutes in the grocery aisle looking for the cat food brand your feline must have, buying dog birthday treats, or driving around the block an extra time because your pet enjoys the ride. You will roll in the snow, wrestle with chewie toys, bounce little rubber balls till your eyes cross, and even run around the house trailing your bathrobe tie with a cat in hot pursuit, all in the name of love.
Your house will become muddier and hairier. You will wear less dark clothing and buy more lint rollers. You may find dog biscuits in your pocket or purse, and feel the need to explain that an old plastic shopping bag adorns your living room rug because your cat loves the crinkly sound. You will learn the true measure of love. The steadfast, undying kind that says, "It doesn't matter where we are or what we do, or how life treats us as long as we are together."

Mel Xxxxx August 21, 2009