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AN ANGEL CALLING CARD
By Maria Lelinho

A feather fell out of the sky
and landed at my feet;
I wasn’t sure what it was for
but thought it kind of neat.

I paid no mind and thought no more
Of what just happened here;
I continued on my merry way
my conscience and mind clear.

That day I learned of puppy mills
which breed sickness, death and fear;
How awful are the conditions
that these dogs must live each year.

And only are the lucky ones
that aren’t sick or killed;
That will be spared a life of hell
and escape the puppy mill.

It was only then I realized
That the feather was my calling;
It wasn’t luck or happenstance
that caused it to be falling.

God had specially summoned me
to help his voiceless ones;
He gave me strength and fed my hope
Now I do what must be done.

I help save lives, find them homes
and keep them safe and free;
Not just once and not just twice
but everyday you see.

I fight the cause in dire hopes
that puppy mills will cease;
But never again and until that day
will rescue angels live in peace.

I now know what an angel is
and how they came to be;
They are those that rescue puppies
from a life of hell and misery.

Every rescue angel
earns its wings by doing right;
In fighting for the puppies
And enduring for their plight.

Only God makes angels
and he does it every day;
He gently calls each one aside
in his special way.

He may send a feather down
and hope they realize;
And if they do they will become
an Angel in God’s eyes.

Next time you see a feather,
think long and deep and hard,
It just may be God sending you
An angel calling card.

Copyrighted 7/6/01

A DOG'S PRAYER
By Beth Norman Harris

Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.

Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.

Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footsteps falls upon my waiting ear.

When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements. And I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. Though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land, for you are my god and I am your devoted worshiper.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life should your life be in danger.

And, beloved master, should the great Master see fit to deprive me of my health, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest--and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.

The Rainbow Bridge
Author Unknown

There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth. It is called the Rainbow Bridge because of its many colors. Just this side of the Rainbow Bridge there is a land of meadows, hills and valleys with lush green grass.

When a beloved pet dies, the pet goes to this place. There is always food and water and warm spring weather. The old and frail animals are young again. Those who are maimed are made whole again. They play all day with each other.

There is only one thing missing. They are not with their special person who loved them on Earth. So, each day they run and play until the day comes when one suddenly stops playing and looks up! The nose twitches! The ears are up! The eyes are staring! And this one suddenly runs from the group!

You have been seen, and when you and your special friend meet, you take him or her in your arms and embrace. Your face is kissed again and again and again, and you look once more into the eyes of your trusting pet.

Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together, never to be separated.

I Am Not There
Author Unknown

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.

The Last Battle
Author Unknown

If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done,
For this -- the last battle -- can't be won.
You will be sad I understand,
But don't let grief then stay your hand,
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years,
You wouldn't want me to suffer so.
When the time comes, please, let me go.
Take me to where to my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me till the end
And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree
It is a kindness you do to me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;
We've been so close -- we two -- these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.

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