One day as I traveled along my life’s path
Three women weaving I happened to see
And I stopped to rest and to watch for a while
As they worked on an intricate tapestry.

As I watched and they wove I began to see
The color of each thread shift and change
And the pattern would alter with the color shift
And the tapestry grew and expanded it’s range.

I continued to watch as they continued to weave
And I saw periodically one a thread would snip
And a small hole would form in the tapestry
And the pattern at that point alter and shift.

But others would take up each thread as snipped
And weave it into a new tapestry
No thread seemed lost for even a moment
The flow to the looms seemed as smooth as can be.

Then one of the three smiled up at me
Sad eyes that seemed tired with age
And without a word she explained the threads
And the intricate tapestry they made.

“Threads cut shorter a short life or child
Longer threads those of ones older
Bright tones for happy moments in life
Dark tones for times sadder and colder”

And I watched the two looms and their tapestries
Amazed both from the same threads were woven
The first intricate patterned in dark and light
The second flawless with beauty unspoken

As a single tear fell she again spoke to me
“We ,the Fates, weave for all time the tapestry of life
We weave with life’s threads, the long and the short
Our patterns colored by joy, pain, and strife.”

“The others are angels who lift up each cut thread
To add to their loom with love oh so gently
Then they weave with colors so perfect and lovely
For their tapestry is the perfect eternity.

©Candace

No life is ever truly lost – its course is only
altered to travel a distant shore.

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The hardest thing i ever had to do was watching our dachshund die in my arms on
Christmas night 2003 because
I didn't put her down, her name was Puppy.
Sincerely John Davis.

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So here I sit nearly 5 years since you passed, and it still hurts very deeply to know you are not here with us. You chose Christmas Night to leave this earth and you did so lying in my arms, as I watched the breath leave your body for the last time. At that moment I decided that I would never have another dog!

We found you walking down a main street in Colorado Springs one very dark night, I stopped the truck in the middle of a 4 lane street and grabbed you and took you home. We called on your tags the next day, and the people had moved and abandoned you! What luck for me though.

We both loved you so much you went with us no matter where we went, when we moved from Colorado to Wisconsin you were great. Then we moved from Wisconsin to Minnesota you were awesome. We had 15 wondrous years with you, which I will always remember.

Being 18 years old you lived much longer that most dachshunds and that was great for me. I miss you being there for me when I get home from work, with that light in your eyes saying Daddy’s home, no one else was ever as good at that as you.

You truly were an angel for me; I guess you just had angel work to do for Christmas and had to go. Just know there is always a home to come back to, to me - here, because I need you too.

Greetings to both of my angels and I hope to see you soon, I miss you both, Mommy and Puppy, my 2 little girls. Thank you for being here as long as could, I guess God needed you more than I did, and he just wanted his 2 best creations back in heaven with him

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Light a candle in memory of Puppy, for all those hurt or lost, for a sick, abused, or special needs furbaby, or perhaps just someone who needs a prayer and a candle lit.