Wings

Oh, to catch the winds of flight
And soar where eagles go
To leave the woes of troubled souls
Behind me far below
I'd listen to the song of birds
And sail in endless flight
Then chase the sun through cloudy paths
And play with the stars at night.

The boundless heavens for my home
The breeze to lift me high
To rise above my mortal bonds
And never have to die
Knowing I had found the way
To trails where angels trod
And when my wings could fly no more--
I'd take the hand of God.

~ C. David Hay ~

"Missy"
Little Miss Messy
October 23, 2002 - April 29, 2004

The Search for Missy
by Cindy Roberts

I knew I had to find you,I
  I just did not know where you were.
After searching long  for the right one,
I was on my way for sure.

When I walked in the door you were crying,
"Please take me with you," you seemed to say.
I had my pick between you and your sister.
But by my side you continuously stayed.

The ride home wasn't an easy one,
as you were scared and car-sick all the way.
I just wanted to hold and comfort you,
and get you home so we could play.

Once you were introduced to your Mommy,
I knew she would love you with all her heart.
You two became inseparable,
and we couldn't tear you apart.

You then became ill and needed medicine,
but the love your Mommy gave comforted you.
She would hold you for hours while you were shaking,
and keep you stocked with an extra toy or two!

The times I called and that little squeaky toy
was louder than I could contend.
But you were so loved and could do anything.
My Mom had found a friend.

You left us at a young age,
it is so sad to see you go.
But thank you for loving my Mom
as she loved you back so much, I know.

   I  will miss you Missy but I know my Mom will miss you most.
Thank you for giving joy in her life and the pleasure of loving you.
4/29/2004

Snoball
October 14, 1989 ~ May 14, 2004

My name is Marcie and I am 20 years old. When I was 4 I lived in an apartment. All I wanted was a dog, but the lease would not allow it.  I bugged my parents all the time for a dog. I could not get one. When I turned 7 I moved into my first house.  Later I asked my parents if I could have a dog...to my surprise they said yes!  We went to the pet store and all the dogs were beautiful, but one dog in particular stood out. Her hair was so white like snow, and she had the presence of an angel.  I told my parents I wanted her.  She was a Westie. and I named her Snoball.  Through out my life Snoball was not just a pet, but my friend, my companion, and my sister.  She always made me laugh and brought happiness to my life. My father loved her especially.  He always fed her whatever we ate because she was part of the family.  Everyone said that it was wrong, but it is why I believed she lived a long and happy life.  Snoball was a wonderful dog.  Sadly she developed a kidney problem and was put to sleep.  I cried all day but I know now that her pain is over and she will never be forgotten nor any other dog in this world.  I know my little snoball is now an angel.

God bless all the Westies that have graced our lives with love.

BEARDOG
May 18th, 1988 - June 26th, 2004

I had to let you go today My Buddy. I am so empty, but I know you're okay now and Mom's picking you up at The Bridge today around noon. I'm glad my voice was the last thing you heard and that they let me stay with you when the time came. You were my best friend ever and I will always hold you close to my heart Beardog. Sixteen years is a really good run. No man could have asked for a better friend. I'll miss you my friend.

J

In Loving Memory of Beardog,
Joe Chapman ~  North Pownal, Vermont