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NEVER DROP OFF ANY ANIMAL LIKE A PEICE OF TRASH !!
THIS IS JUST ONE LOOK AT WHAT A DOG DOES & GOES
THREW WHEN IT IS DUMPED OUT ON THE STREET/COUNTRY
ROADS,EVERY ONE THINKS THEY WILL FIND A GOOD HOME
HOW WRONG!THEY GET HIT,SHOT,& STARVE TO DEATH,
AMOUNG OTHER THINGS THAT HAPPENDS TO THEM!
HOW COULD YOU?
When I was a puppy I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you’d shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" – but then you’d relent and roll me over for a bellyrub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" – still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."
As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch – because your touch was now so infrequent – and I would have defended them with my life if need be.
I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. Together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.
Now you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You’ve made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog or cat, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son’s fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don’t let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.
After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you – that you had changed your mind – that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.
I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table, rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.
She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I’m so sorry." She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn’t be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself – a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever,,
YEA! HOW COULD ANYONE?!!!!!!!
BABY CHLOE GURL,
TOO MOMMY FROM HEAVEN,
Mommy, don't cry,'cause God is holding
my hand.
and telling me everything is ok.
Mommy,God said that I will never want
for anything
And I will still feel your love all the way up here.
Mommy,you should see me,I am running and
playing with God's other children.
Mommy,guess who helps watch over us
while we play?
They are God's Helping Angels!
Mommy, I'm not afraid,my grandpa an
grandma are here.
They came to me when it was dark,
and held my hands;
Then we went to Gods Bright light,
where Angels were singing.
Mommy,God said,"if you feel sad,to
remember this,
I'll be the gentle breeze that brushes
your face.
The sun is my smile and the rain is
me washing away your pain.
Mommy, I have to go now.
I send you all my love on the wings
of an Angel.
Love from your daughter,to you Mommy.
APRIL 5,2007 - APRIL 28,2008
THE GREAT JUDGEMENT MORNING
I HAD BETTER START THINKING THIS WAY,
AIN'T AS LONG AS IT HAS BEEN!
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JESUS DEATH - 60 SECONDS ~~~
For the next 60 seconds, set aside whatever
you're doing and take this opportunity!
Let's see if Satan can stop this...
THE (SCIENTIFIC) DEATH OF JESUS
At the age of 33,
Jesus was condemned to the death penalty.
At the time crucifixion was the "worst" death.
Only the worst criminals condemned to be crucified.
Yet it was even more dreadful for Jesus,
for unlike other criminals condemned to death by
crucifixion Jesus was nailed to the cross
by His hands and feet, rather than tied...
Each nail was 6 to 8 inches long.
The nails were driven into His wrist.
Not into His palms as is commonly portrayed.
There's a tendon in the wrist that
extends to the shoulder. The Roman guards knew
that when the nails were being hammered into the
wrist, that tendon would tear and
break, forcing Jesus to use His back
muscles to support himself, so that He could breathe.
>Both of His feet were nailed together.
Thus He was forced to support Himself on the single nail
that impaled His feet to the cross. Jesus could
not support himself with His legs for long because of the pain,
so He was forced to alternate between arching His
back and using his legs just to continue to breath.
Imagine the struggle, the pain, the suffering, the courage.
>
Yes, over 3 hours! Can you imagine this kind of suffering?
A few minutes before He died, Jesus stopped bleeding.
He was simply pouring water from his wounds.
>From common images we see wounds
to His hands and feet and even the spear wound to His side...
But do we remember the many wounds made to his body.
A hammer driving large nails through the wrists,
the feet overlapped and a nail hammered through the arches,
then a Roman guard piercing His side with a spear.
And... before the nails and the spear, Jesus was whipped
and beaten. The whipping was so severe that it tore the
flesh from His body. The beating so horrific that His
face was torn and his beard ripped from His face.
The crown of thorns (two to three inch thorns)
cut deeply into His scalp. Most men would not
have survived this torture.
He had no more blood to bleed out,
only water poured from His wounds.
The human adult body contains about 3.5 liters
(just less than a gallon) of blood.
Jesus poured all 3.5 liters of his blood;
He had three nails hammered into His body;
a crown of thorns on His head and, beyond
that, a Roman soldier who stabbed a spear into His chest..
All these without mentioning the humiliation He passed
after carrying His own cross for almost 2 kilometers,
while the crowd spat in his face and threw stones
(the cross beam was almost 30 kg of weight,
to which His hands were nailed).
Jesus had to endure this experience,
so that you may have free access to God.
So that your sins can be "washed" away.
All of them, with no exception!
Don't ignore this.
JESUS CHRIST DIED...FOR YOU!
Do not believe that He only died for others
(those who go to church or for pastors, bishops, etc).
He died for you!
Accept the reality, the truth, that
JESUS IS THE ONLY SALVATION FOR THE WORLD.
God has special plans for YOU!
what He went through to save you.
Really think about it!
May God bless you!
Take a moment to appreciate the
power of God in your life, as you do what pleases Him.
Please, follow Jesus' instructions.
He said
(Matthew 10:32 & 33):
"Whosoever
therefore shall confess me befor men,him
will I confess also before my Father
which is in heaven"
but whosoever denies Me
before others, I also will deny before My
Father in heaven".
If you believe,
in Christ Jesus as your Lord and Savior.
Yes, I love God.
He is my source of life and my Savior.
He keeps me alive and safe, both day and night.
Without Him, I am nothing,
-but with Him
"I can do all things through Christ
wich strengtheneth me".
Philippians 4:13.
Do you love GOD are you a believer
and trust in His salvation through
Christ Jesus,,,
IN LOVEING MEMROY OF MY SWEET LIL' CHLOE,
APRIL 5, 2007 - JULY 28, 2008
LOVE YOU & MISS YOU SO VERY MUCH,YOUR ALWAYS IN MY HEART!HUGS & KISSIES,,
LOVE YOU BUGSY,,
I REALLY LOVE THIS POEM,AND OH SO TRUE IT IS!
One by One
One by one, they pass my cage,
Too old, too worn, too broken, no way.
Way past his time, he can't run and play.
Then they shake their heads slowly and go on their way. It seems I am not wanted anymore.
I once had a home, I once had a bed,
A place that was warm, and where I was fed. Now my muzzle is grey, and my eyes slowly fail.Who wants a dog so old and so frail?
My family decided I didn't belong,
I got in their way, my attitude was wrong.
Whatever excuse they made in their head,
Can't justify how they left me for dead.
Now I sit in this cage, where day after day, The younger dogs get adopted away.
When I had almost come to the end of my rope, You saw my face, and I finally had hope. You saw thru the grey, and the legs bent with age, And felt I still had life beyond the cage.
You took me home, gave me food and a bed. And shared your own pillow with my poor tired head. We snuggle and play, and you talk to me low, You love me so dearly, you want me to know. I may have lived most of my life with another, But you outshine them with a love so much stronger.
And I promise to return all the love I can give, To You, my dear person, as long as I live. I may be with you for a week or for years, We will share many smiles, you will no doubt shed tears.
And when the time comes that God deems I must leave, I know you will cry and your heart, it will grieve. And when I arrive at the Bridge, all brand new, My thoughts and my heart will still be with you. And I will brag to all who will hear,
Of the person who made my last days so dear.
- Author Unknown
MADE FOR ME BY A VERY DEAR FRIEND OF MINE,
THANKS CURT!
IN LOVEING MEMORY OF MY SWEET CHLOE BUGS,
April 5,2007-July 28,2008
An Angel in the Book of Life,
Worte down Chloe's Birth--
She Whispered,as she closed
the book
"Too Beautifull For Earth".
*Chloe's Poem*
God sent an angel to the earth...
The sweetest angel too
and such a tiny little thing,
and she had so much to do.
She knew she did not have much
time upon this earth to stay,
so she didn't waste a second:
she got started right away.
Her eyes were bright and sparkly,
she took in every turn.
She did not miss a single thing,
because that angel came to learn!
God sent her here to touch the hearts
of those he could not reach...
She taught us courage, strenght and faith,
because that angel also came to teach.
Her tiny little body was so full of God above,
you felt it when you held her,
because Chloe came to love.
In 15 short months she managed what many
never will.
When she went home to Jesus, her purpose
was fulfilled.
She learned and taught, loved and played,
she learned her lessons well
I know he was so proud of her
when she went home to dwell.
But when we miss her Oh- So- Much,
I can almost here him say,
please understand, her work was done...
Chloe did not come to stay.
Believing this is difficult still somehow
we must try,
The saddest word mankind knows will
always be "goodbye"
So when a child departs, we who are
left behind
must realize god love children and angels
are hard to find.
by Heather Zello
GREAT POEM HEATHER,SHE WAS EXCATLY LIKE THAT TOO!
Chloe *Bugsy* April 5,2007/July 28,2008
Fan me too please... Thank you....
