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|Posted by: 2NOFLEAS Nov 22 2010, 02:21 PM|
Those paws learned at an early age how to work hard for a living and never knowing more than the inside of a kennel or a racetrack.
Those paws were held when you first traveled in the back of a truck, scared, shaking and unsure because you weren't in a crate as you were on your way to a new home - your forever home.
Those paws were held for weeks as we slept together on the floor downstairs until you were brave enough to try the stairs for a first time.
Those paws dug in the dirt on hot summer days to make a nice cool spot to lay in while you watched us work in the yard.
Those paws stepped into mud and left footprints around the house (and in our hearts).
Those paws all bandaged up when you broke a nail, but never stopping you from having fun (at least not for long).
Those paws having fun pouncing and bouncing, playing with squeaky toys.
Those paws walked the paths and streets with us so you could catch up on all the smells in the neighborhood and maybe even meet a neighbor dog.
Those paws lay next to us night after night, sometimes running and playing as you sleep. Those paws fluffed blankets and pillows so they are just in the right places.
Those paws were there during our hardest family times and through the happiest.
Those paws played and ran with your true love, your first sister of your forever family, your sole mate, and walked side by side without hesitating.
Those paws held me when we cried when she left us from this world.
Those paws greeted a new sister and learned how much fun snow can be.
Those paws in my hands, soft yet firm, tender yet strong, showing the love you have to share teaching me that things can get better no matter how bad they are, they can get better by just a simple touch.
Those paws have been through so much and one day those paws will be held not by me but by God. And that day, I will cry and I will thank you for picking our family to be yours, and I will miss you and all our days that we would just sit or lay and hold
(I wrote this for ReRun, our first greyhound, before he became an angel. I miss you sweet boy.)
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