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Brandy's Sweet Kera

Dear Kera,

I saw your face on petfinder.com and I just fell in love with you. I told my dad to call about you and found out that you were just one state away from me. I begged and pleaded for days for my parents to make the trip from Indiana to Michigan to get you. When they finally agreed, I was excited and overjoyed. We made the trip that one cold February day. On the way, I kept thinking soon I would have my perfect puppy. When we got there, I was so happy and I ran over to you to pick you up and love you. My parents got done filling out the adoption papers and soon we were on the four hour trip home. All the way home, you just lay in my lap and went to sleep. After a couple of months with us, you started developing bad habits. We started to wonder why you were doing those habits. One habit that we tried so hard to fix was your aggression towards people. We took you to puppy school and everyone loved you, but you never learned to trust those people. I always wondered what your life was like before we adopted you. Even if you had major habits that drove people away, I never stopped loving you. To me, you were my baby, my perfect puppy. You never learned to trust people completely, but that was ok. You gave it everything you had. When your first birthday came, we celebrated with cake and ice cream, and even had presents. Your birthday was a week before Christmas and I had your stocking and everything was ready. I only had a week of school left. Then that day came. You always had a problem of bolting out the door and running in the road. It always scared me. December 19, 2006, your grandmother was picking me up from school. I got in the truck and she looked at me crying. I asked what was wrong, but she wouldn't tell me. I asked her again to tell me what was wrong and she struggled, but finally got out the words "She is gone.....I'm so sorry." You knew that my mom never cried, but for you she did. She told me that you ran out the door that morning and ran next door. The fence separated you and her. She couldn't get to you. You were in the road. A work truck was coming and never slowed down for you. He never looked back. He never even came back to see if you were ok. There you lie in the road, dead. My mom watched you die. It replays in her head. I have guilt everyday. I wonder what I did wrong, but everyone tells me I didn't do anything wrong. I loved you for you and even though you were a short time on earth, you left such a print in my life, one that is so unexplainable. I miss you everyday, but I am able to live with myself. I'm finally able to except the reason why God took you from me. I will miss you and love you forever.

Your Mom, Brandy

Christmas Without My Dog

The tree is all trimmed.
The gifts are all wrapped.
The hymns are all sung,
And the travel plans mapped.

And still there's a sadness
That lies in your heart,
For a dog that was lost
And a love now apart.

A stocking is missing,
With toys and a treat.
A lap is now empty,
A space at your feet.

Yet remember this season
God's small gift to you,
Wonderful memories
To treasure life through.


A Little Dog Angel

High up in the courts of heaven today
a little dog angel waits;
with the other angels he will not play,
but he sits alone at the gates.
"For I know my master will come" says he,
"and when he comes he will call for me."

The other angels pass him by
As they hurry toward the throne,
And he watches them with a wistful eye
as he sits at the gates alone.
"But I know if I just wait patiently
that someday my master will call for me."

And his master, down on earth below,
as he sits in his easy chair,
forgets sometimes, and whispers low
to the dog who is not there.
And the little dog angel cocks his ears
and dreams that his master's voice he hears.

And when at last his master waits
outside in the dark and cold,
for the hand of death to open the door,
that leads to those courts of gold,
he will hear a sound through the gathering dark,
a little dog angel's bark.

Noah M. Holland

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