I got Bud when he was 5 months old and he was one of the greatest gifts God has ever given me. He was a wonderful friend, a loyal companion, and strong protector of me and my children and all he asked in return was love. Which we were more than happy to give him. He loved the snow, the rain, the pond and his tennis balls, and of course his family. He grew up as my kids did and along side of them he learned all of life's joys. With all of the crazyness in the world, he was always there to greet you with a lick and a tail wag and that made the world so very much brighter. He was a one of a kind and our family now is missing a great big part of it. He is and was more than a pet, he was/is our family. We love and will miss you always Bud. Thanks for being in our life, and always loving us.
A Dogs' Prayer
Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in the world is more grateful. Do not break my spirt with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me to 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 fall 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 the bitter elements. And I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. Though you had no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in th warmest house in all the land, for you are my god and I am your devoted worshipper. Keep my pan filled with freah waterfor although I should not reproach you were it dry, I can not 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 toprotect you with my life should yours be in danger. And, my beloved master, should the Great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, 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 that the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
Author Unknown
If you are reading this memorial, please think of Bud and how much he ment to us, remember him and then if you have a family memeber like him, go put your arms around them and let them know how much you love them, for sadly there will be a day like the one we had to face, that you may no longer have that chance to. But let them go knowing they ment the world to someone, and was loved so very much....
A Dogs' Prayer
Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in the world is more grateful. Do not break my spirt with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me to 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 fall 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 the bitter elements. And I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. Though you had no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in th warmest house in all the land, for you are my god and I am your devoted worshipper. Keep my pan filled with freah waterfor although I should not reproach you were it dry, I can not 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 toprotect you with my life should yours be in danger. And, my beloved master, should the Great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, 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 that the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
Author Unknown
If you are reading this memorial, please think of Bud and how much he ment to us, remember him and then if you have a family memeber like him, go put your arms around them and let them know how much you love them, for sadly there will be a day like the one we had to face, that you may no longer have that chance to. But let them go knowing they ment the world to someone, and was loved so very much....
I got Bud when he was 5 months old and he was one of the greatest gifts God has ever given me. He was a wonderful friend, a loyal companion, and strong protector of me and my children and all he asked in return was love. Which we were more than happy to give him. He loved the snow, the rain, the pond and his tennis balls, and of course his family. He grew up as my kids did and along side of them he learned all of life's joys. With all of the crazyness in the world, he was always there to greet you with a lick and a tail wag and that made the world so very much brighter. He was a one of a kind and our family now is missing a great big part of it. He is and was more than a pet, he was/is our family. We love and will miss you always Bud. Thanks for being in our life, and always loving us.
A Dogs' Prayer
Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in the world is more grateful. Do not break my spirt with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me to 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 fall 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 the bitter elements. And I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. Though you had no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in th warmest house in all the land, for you are my god and I am your devoted worshipper. Keep my pan filled with freah waterfor although I should not reproach you were it dry, I can not 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 toprotect you with my life should yours be in danger. And, my beloved master, should the Great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, 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 that the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
Author Unknown
If you are reading this memorial, please think of Bud and how much he ment to us, remember him and then if you have a family memeber like him, go put your arms around them and let them know how much you love them, for sadly there will be a day like the one we had to face, that you may no longer have that chance to. But let them go knowing they ment the world to someone, and was loved so very much....
A Dogs' Prayer
Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in the world is more grateful. Do not break my spirt with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me to 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 fall 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 the bitter elements. And I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. Though you had no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in th warmest house in all the land, for you are my god and I am your devoted worshipper. Keep my pan filled with freah waterfor although I should not reproach you were it dry, I can not 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 toprotect you with my life should yours be in danger. And, my beloved master, should the Great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, 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 that the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
Author Unknown
If you are reading this memorial, please think of Bud and how much he ment to us, remember him and then if you have a family memeber like him, go put your arms around them and let them know how much you love them, for sadly there will be a day like the one we had to face, that you may no longer have that chance to. But let them go knowing they ment the world to someone, and was loved so very much....
