We Remember.......

Rose
11/26/2006 - 10/5/2010

'Rosie Girl'

Dog Heaven 
Written with Love, 
by Pam

When dogs go to Heaven, 
they don’t need wings because 
God knows that dogs love running best.
 He gives them fields and fields and fields. 
When a dog first arrives in Heaven, he just runs. 
Dog Heaven has a clear, wide lake with geese that
 honk and flap and tease. 
The dogs love this.
 They run beside the water and bark and bark and God watches them from behind a tree and smiles. 
Biscuits and biscuits are as far as the eye can see. 
God has a sense of humor, 
so he makes his biscuits in funny shapes for his dogs. 
Every angel who passes by has a biscuit for a dog. 

Every dog becomes a good dog in Dog Heaven. God turns the clouds inside out to make fluffy beds
 for the dogs in Dog Heaven, 
and when they are tired from running and barking and eating a ham sandwich and biscuits, the dogs each
 find a cloud bed for sleeping. 

Dogs in Dog Heaven have almost always belonged to somebody on Earth and, of course,
 the dogs remember this.
 Heaven is full of memories, 
so sometimes an angel 
will walk a dog back to Earth 
for a little visit and quietly, invisibly, 
the dog will sniff about his old backyard, 
will investigate the cat next door,
 will follow the child to school, 
will sit on the front porch and wait for the mail. 
When he is satisfied that all is well,
 the dog will return to Heaven with the angel.  

The dogs in Dog Heaven who had 
no real homes on Earth
 are given one in Heaven. 
The homes have yards and porches and
 there are couches to lie on and tables to sit under 
while angels eat their dinners. 
There are special bowls with the dog’s names on them. 
Each dog is petted and reminded how good he is, 
all day long and told 
how much he is loved and was loved. 

Dogs in Dog Heaven may stay as 
long as they like and this can mean forever. 
They will be there when old friends show up.

 They will be there at the door…Angel Dogs… 

Till we meet again at the Rainbow Bridge 
Sweet Rose, play hard, eat lots of biscuits and 
rest on God’s cloud pillows.  

O’Quince’s Rose Of Happiness,CGC
Therapy Dog
 “Our Sweet Rose”

Chyloe

One year after we got Angel, Chyloe was with me at work, as he went quite often. I was always telling him that he was going to eat something one of these days that wouldn’t be good for him and he did. When we would go to the lake I thought I should get him a job with the state DNR because he was always racing to eat the trash people would throw out on the grass.  Well anyway, at work I was getting ready to move into a new building and I had been boxing up the craft department for days and he was with me. He got sick. We did everything and saw many Vets in a weeks time and finally they did exploratory  surgery and found he had eaten a piece of embroidery floss. He lived through the surgery but the next day at age 4, he died of the complications. I was devastated as he went every where with me and Angel Marie.  We mourned  him for weeks and miss him so very much even today.  He was a wonderful dog and a loving, loving companion.   

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