Alice Was Loved...
This Page Is Dedicated To Alice...
Alice Was The Puppy Of MM'S Blondie Delite
And Smoores Chocolate Kiss...
Alice Didn't Live Long On This Earth,
But She Has Left A Mark On
Our Lives That Will Be With Us Forever...
Through Alice Bright Blue Eyes, We Have Learned Many Things..
Laughter, A Robust For Life, A Love Of Family And Determination..
Alice Found Her Forever Family With Mo And Gillian Who Loved, And Adored Her..She Had Two Brothers Leroy, And Marlin Who Miss Her So.. And On September 2005 Who's Heart Broke With Her Passing..
This Webpage Is For Alice...
"A dog wags its tail with its heart"
ROSEBUD
When God calls little puppies to dwell with Him above,
We humans always question the wisdom of His love.
For no heartache can compare with the loss
of one small 'child',
Who does so much to make this world seem
wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires - always calling the aged to His fold,
And so He picks a Rosebud before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them
and so He picks but few;
To make the land of heaven more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult,
yet somehow we must try,
For the saddest word that mankind knows
will always be "good-bye".
And so when little pups depart;
We, who are left behind, must realize how much God loves puppies....
For angels are hard to find.
Author Unknown
And to Live in the Hearts of those
left behind is to Live Forever! ©
Treat me kindly, my beloved master for no heart in the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me 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 footstep falls 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 bitter elements. And I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. Though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land, for you are my god, and I am your devoted worshiper.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst.
Feed me clean food that I may well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life should your life be in danger.
And, 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 with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.
