All Good Things

By Barbara Gill

I've been the best friend I can be
You've done all you can do for me
So now I cry to help you see
The time has come to set me free.

My days here are no longer fun
I long to be where I can run
To grassy fields warmed by the sun
Where Andrew waits for me to come.

You cannot bear to say good-by
We feel the same, both you and I
But I have grown so tired and weak
My body yearns for peaceful sleep.

They say all good things must end
But Please Remember this my friends
That when my life on earth is thru
My spirit will live on with you.

Your loving pet,


by Mae Norton Morris

When I see a boy who hasn't a dog
Or a dog that hasn't a boy
I think of the lot they are missing
Of frolic and genuine joy.
Some parents think dogs are a nuisance,
Just something to bark and annoy -
They can't know how badly a boy needs a dog
Or how sadly a dog needs a boy.

My Friend

I wouldn't give a gum-drop
A ginger-snap or mint.
For all the wealth of all the world
With all its golden glint.
If I should have to go through life
Without a friend or two.
For after all, the best of life
Is just in knowing YOU.

Tribute to BUCK

The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick the wounds that come in encounter with the roughness of the world.

When all other friends desert, he remains.

In this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed beauty without vanity, strength without insolence, courage without ferocity, and all the virtues of man without his vices.

This praise, which would be unmeaning flattery if inscribed or commented over human remains is but a just tribute to the memory of Buck, a dog.

He wagged his tail to the very last -
And he smiles in his last, long sleep -
The troubles of life, for him, are past,
In his grave, a few feet deep.
His soul -- for I feel that he had a soul
and he thought real thoughts, we know, -
Has found the ultimate end, life's goal,
In the heaven where good dogs go.

A Dogs Prayer

Oh! Lord of Humans, make my master
faithful to his fellowman as I am to him.
Grant that he may be as devoted to his
family and friends as I am to him. May he
be open faced and undecptive as I am;
may he be true to trust reposed in him as
I am to his. Give him a face cheerful like
unto my wagging tail; give him a spirit of
gratitude like unto my licking tongue. Fill
him with patience like unto mine that
awaits for his foot steps uncomplainingly
for hours; fill him with my watchfulness,
my courage, and my readiness to sacrifice
comfort or life. Keep him always young in
heart and crowded with the spirit of play
even as I. Make him as good a man as I
am a dog; make him worthy of me