I am your dog, and I have a little something I'd like to whisper in your
ear. I know that you humans lead busy lives. Some have to work, some have
children to raise.

It always seems like you are running here and there, often much too fast,
often never noticing the truly grand things in life. Look down at me now,
while you sit there at your computer.
See the way my dark brown eyes look at yours? They are slightly cloudy now.
That comes with age. The gray hairs are beginning to ring my soft muzzle.
You smile at me; I see love in your eyes. What do you see in mine? Do you
see a spirit? A soul inside, who loves you as no other could in the World?
A spirit that would forgive all trespasses of prior wrong doing for just a
simple moment of your time?
That is all I ask. To slow down, if even for a few minutes to be with me.
So many times you have been saddened by the words you read on that screen,
of other of my kind, passing.
Sometimes we die young and oh so quickly, sometimes so suddenly it wrenches
your heart out of your throat.
Sometimes, we age so slowly before your eyes that you may not even seem to
know until the very end, when we look at you with grizzled muzzles and
cataract clouded eyes.
Still the love is always there, even when we must take that long sleep, to
run free in a distant land.
I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here next week. Someday you will
shed the water from your eyes, that humans have when deep grief fills their
souls, and you will be angry at yourself that you did not have just "One
more day" with me.
Because I love you so, your sorrow touches my spirit and grieves me. We
have NOW, together.
So come, sit down here next to me on the floor, and look deep into my eyes.
What do you see?
If you look hard and deep enough we will talk, you and I, heart to heart.
Come to me not as "alpha" or as "trainer" or even "Mom or Dad," come to me
as a living soul and stroke my fur and let us look deep into one another's
eyes, and talk.
I may tell you something about the fun of chasing a tennis ball, or I may
tell you something profound about myself, or even life in general.
You decided to have me in your life because you wanted a soul to share such
things with. Someone very different from you, and here I am. I am a dog,
but I am alive. I feel emotion, I feel physical senses, and I can revel in
the differences of our spirits and souls.
I do not think of you as a "Dog on two feet" -- I know what you are.
You are human, in all your quirkiness, and I love you still. Now, come sit
with me, on the floor. Enter my world, and let time slow down if only for
15 minutes.
Look deep into my eyes, and whisper to my ears Speak with your heart, with
your joy and I will know your true self. We may not have tomorrow, and life
is oh so very short. -- Love, (on behalf of canines everywhere) .

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Lovely

Thought I may go a day without tears......theres always tomorrow. 

Excuse me, I must go have a chat with my DevilBrat. 

Full of tears how beautiful, Im sat with my dog, oh god someones on the way into my office i'll go powder my nose!!

Had to print this off. My OH came into the office whilst I sat sobbing and asked what was up, I made up a feeble story about being a bit sad our son had gone back to uni.  He made me a coffee and was so sweet I hadn't the heart to tell him I read a piece on dogs that drove me to tears!! For that fib I am doomed, doomed. Took my dog for a long walk all alone in the forest, having a dog is good for the soul.

I had to stop reading after the first few lines as I got all teary. Crying at work is not an option for me! I get the same if I try and read Rainbow Bridge...

Yes and I always read them and my heart drops if the date changes so i know another beloved pet has left. I cant bear the thought of losing Whistler or our Jake, and I have lost pets in the past and it still hurts 14 years on our Peter was PTS. My OH was so upset the vet wrote him a letter hoping he felt better!! I could not go with him the kids were distraught. Took us 12 years to agree to have another one or two!! as we ended up with.

Oh 'eck, I really shouldn't read these things in work.  I often sit on the floor with my two and have a natter and a tickle and big love.  :D

how wonderful but i wish i didnt cry everytime i read the sad posts.