...this made me laugh, made me cry...

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jicksies

Boxer Booster
The Journey
> > >by Crystal Ward Kent
> > >
> > >When you bring a pet into your life, you begin a journey - a journey
that
> > >will bring you more love and devotion than you have ever known, yet
also
> > >test your strength and courage.
> > >
> > >If you allow, the journey will teach you many things, about life, about
> > >yourself, and most of all, about love. You will come away changed
> forever,
> > >for one soul cannot touch another without leaving its mark.
> > >
> > >Along the way, you will learn much about savoring life's simple
pleasures
> > >- jumping in leaves, snoozing in the sun, the joys of puddles, and even
> the
> > >satisfaction of a good scratch behind the ears.
> > >
> > >If you spend much time outside, you will be taught how to truly
> experience
> > >every element, for no rock, leaf, or log will go unexamined, no
rustling
> > >bush will be overlooked, and even the very air will be inhaled,
pondered,
> > >and noted as being full of valuable information.
> > >
> > >Your pace may be slower - except when heading home to the food dish -
but
> > >you will become a better naturalist, having been taught by an expert in
> the
> > >field. Too many times we hike on automatic pilot, our goal being to
> > >complete the
> > >trail rather than enjoy the journey. We miss the details - the colorful
> > >mushrooms on the rotting log, the honeycomb in the old maple snag, the
> > >hawk feather caught on a twig.
> > >
> > >Once we walk as a dog does, we discover a whole new world. We stop; we
> > >browse the landscape, we kick over leaves, peek in tree holes, look up,
> > >down, all around. And we learn what any dog knows: that nature has
> created
> > >a
> > >marvelously complex world that is full of surprises, that each cycle of
> > >the seasons bring ever changing wonders, each day an essence all its
own.
> > >
> > >Even from indoors you will find yourself more attuned to the world
around
> > >you. You will find yourself watching summer insects collecting on a
> > >screen. (How bizarre they are! How many kinds there are!), or noting
the
> > >flick and
> > >flash of fireflies through the dark.
> > >
> > >You will stop to observe the swirling dance of windblown leaves, or
sniff
> > >the air after a rain. It does not matter that there is no objective in
> this;
> > >the point is in the doing, in not
> > >letting life's most important details slip by.
> > >
> > >You will find yourself doing silly things that your pet-less friends
> might
> > >not understand: spending thirty minutes in the grocery aisle looking
for
> > >the cat food brand your feline must have, buying dog birthday treats,
or
> > >driving around the block an extra time because your pet enjoys the
ride.
> > >
> > >You will roll in the snow, wrestle with chewie toys, bounce little
rubber
> > >balls till your eyes cross, and even run around the house trailing your
> > >bathrobe tie - with a cat in hot pursuit - all in the name of love.
> > >
> > >Your house will become muddier and hairier. You will wear less dark
> > >clothing and buy more lint rollers. You may find dog biscuits in your
> pocket
> > >or
> > >purse, and feel the need to explain that an old plastic shopping bag
> adorns
> > >your
> > >living room rug because your cat loves the crinkly sound.
> > >
> > >You will learn the true measure of love - the steadfast, undying kind
> that
> > >says, "It doesn't matter where we are or what we do, or how life treats
> us
> > >as long as we are together." Respect this always. It is the most
precious
> > >gift any living soul can give another. You will not find it often among
> the
> > >human race.
> > >
> > >And you will learn humility. The look in my dog's eyes often made me
feel
> > >ashamed. Such joy and love at my presence. She saw not some flawed
human
> > >who could be cross and stubborn, moody or rude, but only her wonderful
> > >companion.
> > >Or maybe she saw those things and dismissed them as mere human foibles,
> > >not worth considering, and so chose to love me anyway.
> > >
> > >If you pay attention and learn well, when the journey is done, you will
> be
> > >not just a better person, but the person your pet always knew you to
be -
> > >the one they were proud to call beloved friend.
> > >
> > >I must caution you that this journey is not without pain. Like all
paths
> > >of true love, the pain is part of loving. For as surely as the sun
sets,
> one
> > >day your dear animal companion will follow a trail you cannot yet go
> down.
> > >And you will have to find the strength and love to let them go.
> > >
> > >A pet's time on earth is far too short - especially for those that love
> > >them.
> > >We borrow them, really, just for awhile, and during these brief years
> they
> > >are generous enough to give us all their love, every inch of their
spirit
> > >and heart, until one day there is nothing left.
> > >
> > >The cat that only yesterday was a kitten is all too soon old and frail
> and
> > >sleeping in the sun. The young pup of boundless energy wakes up stiff
and
> > >lame, the muzzle now gray. Deep down we somehow always knew that this
> > >journey would end. We knew that if we gave our hearts they would be
> broken.
> > >But give them we must for it is all they ask in return.
> > >
> > >When the time comes, and the road curves ahead to a place we cannot
see,
> we
> > >give one final gift and let them run on ahead - young and whole once
> more.
> > >
> > >"Godspeed, good friend," we say, until our journey comes full circle
and
> > >our paths cross again.
> > >
> > >
> > >A dog has the soul of a philosopher - PLATO
>
 
M

Mac and Tigra's mom

Guest
That is Beautiful. so true, and thanks for posting that:)
 
M

Mac and Tigra's mom

Guest
could you pls e mail me that? to Lisa.Berde@usop.com, thank you very much.
 

nTrouble

Boxer Pal
I cleaned it up alittle for those who want to copy and paste to emails.




The Journey
by Crystal Ward Kent

When you bring a pet into your life, you begin a journey - a journey
that will bring you more love and devotion than you have ever known, yet
also test your strength and courage.

If you allow, the journey will teach you many things, about life, about
yourself, and most of all, about love. You will come away changed
forever, for one soul cannot touch another without leaving its mark.

Along the way, you will learn much about savoring life's simple
pleasures- jumping in leaves, snoozing in the sun, the joys of puddles, and even
the satisfaction of a good scratch behind the ears.

If you spend much time outside, you will be taught how to truly
experience every element, for no rock, leaf, or log will go unexamined, no
rustling bush will be overlooked, and even the very air will be inhaled,
pondered, and noted as being full of valuable information.

Your pace may be slower - except when heading home to the food dish -
but you will become a better naturalist, having been taught by an expert in
the field. Too many times we hike on automatic pilot, our goal being to
complete the trail rather than enjoy the journey. We miss the details - the colorful
mushrooms on the rotting log, the honeycomb in the old maple snag, the
hawk feather caught on a twig.

Once we walk as a dog does, we discover a whole new world. We stop; we
browse the landscape, we kick over leaves, peek in tree holes, look up,
down, all around. And we learn what any dog knows: that nature has
created a marvelously complex world that is full of surprises, that each cycle of
the seasons bring ever changing wonders, each day an essence all its
own.

Even from indoors you will find yourself more attuned to the world
around you. You will find yourself watching summer insects collecting on a
screen. (How bizarre they are! How many kinds there are!), or noting
the flick and flash of fireflies through the dark.

You will stop to observe the swirling dance of windblown leaves, or
sniff the air after a rain. It does not matter that there is no objective in
this; the point is in the doing, in not letting life's most important details slip by.

You will find yourself doing silly things that your pet-less friends
might not understand: spending thirty minutes in the grocery aisle looking
for the cat food brand your feline must have, buying dog birthday treats,
or driving around the block an extra time because your pet enjoys the
ride.

You will roll in the snow, wrestle with chewie toys, bounce little
rubber balls till your eyes cross, and even run around the house trailing your
bathrobe tie - with a cat in hot pursuit - all in the name of love.

Your house will become muddier and hairier. You will wear less dark
clothing and buy more lint rollers. You may find dog biscuits in your
pocket or purse, and feel the need to explain that an old plastic shopping bag
adorns your living room rug because your cat loves the crinkly sound.

You will learn the true measure of love - the steadfast, undying kind
that says, "It doesn't matter where we are or what we do, or how life treats
us as long as we are together." Respect this always. It is the most
precious gift any living soul can give another. You will not find it often among
the human race.

And you will learn humility. The look in my dog's eyes often made me
feel ashamed. Such joy and love at my presence. She saw not some flawed
human who could be cross and stubborn, moody or rude, but only her wonderful
companion. Or maybe she saw those things and dismissed them as mere human foibles, not worth considering, and so chose to love me anyway.

If you pay attention and learn well, when the journey is done, you will
be not just a better person, but the person your pet always knew you to
be - the one they were proud to call beloved friend.

I must caution you that this journey is not without pain. Like all
paths of true love, the pain is part of loving. For as surely as the sun
sets, one day your dear animal companion will follow a trail you cannot yet go
down. And you will have to find the strength and love to let them go.

A pet's time on earth is far too short - especially for those that love
them. We borrow them, really, just for awhile, and during these brief years
they are generous enough to give us all their love, every inch of their
spirit and heart, until one day there is nothing left.

The cat that only yesterday was a kitten is all too soon old and frail
and sleeping in the sun. The young pup of boundless energy wakes up stiff
and lame, the muzzle now gray. Deep down we somehow always knew that this
journey would end. We knew that if we gave our hearts they would be
broken. But give them we must for it is all they ask in return.

When the time comes, and the road curves ahead to a place we cannot
see, we give one final gift and let them run on ahead - young and whole once
more.

"Godspeed, good friend," we say, until our journey comes full circle
and our paths cross again.


A dog has the soul of a philosopher - PLATO
 

jicksies

Boxer Booster
"cleaning it up"

Thank you so much for cleaning that up ...I did a copy/paste and had no idea how it would turn out...It is much easier to read now!! Thank you!!!!
 

Bumblebee

Boxer Pal
Thank you so very much for sharing. As I read the poem my face lite up and as I got to the the bottom, I started to cry. I just want to go home and give ALL my furkids and big hug and kiss and thank them for being a part of my life!
 

Tom

Boxer Buddy
Thanks for a lovely poem,

It's interesting that you quote Plato. My son has a book that refers to boxers as the philosophers of dogs.
When I was studying philosphy I often referred to my two German philosophers, Kiki and Kobo, who gave me great comfort while studying the likes of Kierkegaard, Sartre, and Neitsche.
 
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