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Mom's Page
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First, I want to thank you all for the support
you have given me since we started this little website.
You never get mad when I mess up your order, and you are always quick to
write back to say thanks when I get it right.
You make a big fuss
about what you say Helping Udders is doing for rescue, but it's really the
people out there actually "doing" rescue that deserve the credit.
It's really the people who drop by the local shelter everyday to see if any dog's time has
run out, who wipe up all the messes, who stay up all night to comfort a
little one who is sick or maybe even dying. It's really the people
whose homes sometimes smell of dog pee, and whose old beater needs new tires but will
wait because someone is suffering and needs an operation or is heart worm
positive. It's
really the people who see past the hurt and past the scars and past
the issues and give a forever home and all their love to a dog that isn't
cute anymore. It's really all of us doing our own little
part. Because we owe it to God to take care of these wonderful
creatures he put here on earth to love us.
I also want to thank my
husband who doesn't complain about having to get his own dinner, or about
the dirty house, or about the tons of toys and udders he hauls up and down
the basement stairs.
Udderly Yours,
Mikel Miller (Petey's Mom)
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When I Grow Old With My Dogs
I shall wear Turquoise and soft gray sweatshirts...
and a bandana over my silver hair.....
and I shall spend my Social Security Checks on Sweet Wine and My
Dogs......
and sit in my house on my well-worn chair
and listen to my dog's breathing.
I will sneak out in the middle of a warm Summer night
and take my dogs for a run, if my old bones will allow...
and when people come to call, I will smile and nod as I show them my
dogs...
and talk of them and about them...
The Ones so Beloved of the Past and the Ones so Beloved of Today....
I still will work hard cleaning after them
and mopping and feeding them
and whispering their names in a soft, loving way.
I will wear the gleaming sweat on my throat, like a jewel
and I will be an embarrassment to all...
and my family... who have not yet found the peace
in being free to have dogs as your Best Friends....
These friends who always wait, at any hour, for your footfall...
and eagerly jump to their feet out of a sound sleep,
to greet you as if you are a god.
With warm eyes full of adoring love and hope that you will stay
and hug their big, strong necks...
and kiss their dear sweet heads...
and whisper to their very special company...
I look in the Mirror... and see I am getting old....
this is the kind of woman I am... and have always been.
Loving dogs is easy, they are part of me,
accept me for who I am,
my dogs appreciate my presence in their lives...
when I am old this will be important to me...
you will understand when you are old....
and if you have dogs to love too.
UNKNOWN
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