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Fireball's Dedication Page
Although Fireball was not a Shepherd, We loved him just as much! The Shepherds
loved him too!
I AM YOUR DOG
Author Unknown
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?
Th ey 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)
Fireball lived 71/2 years, all of them with us who loved him every minute. He
died as he lived, on his terms, peacefully at home with us and his fellow
Shepherds beside him.
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